Poetry
"Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feeling, recollected in tranquility" - William Wordsworth.
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"Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feeling, recollected in tranquility" - William Wordsworth.
Flare, so bright and burning like a solar star, Such beauty divine, so near yet so far, But danger lurks around every corner, Be you test. Or be you warner.
Your aroma like the dew on morning grass. A sun rising over the hill, peeking over, to check if the day had begun. Dandelion. When I see you, your voice just sounds like dulcet tones.
Cross. I'm cross with you, walking in the room. Do you care. X-man. Trying to save what we could have had, a moment that allowed that rolling stone to gather moss. eXamination. I sit exams, work.
Eve will be sitting up in heaven thinking "only Adam knows it wasn't the serpent in the tree that corrupted me".
"You smell" my mother said. "Unlucky mate" I said "She's talking to you, stupid" my brother said "Oh".
What is a medicine. Why, you are a medicine. Supplying medicine, Receiving medicine. The sun is medicine, Sorrow, a medicine. "why am I medicine?", Because your life revolves around medicine.
Remembrance is a sharp tool, used to paint pictures for the fool. Remembrance is love, the need for understanding of the mistakes (perhaps victories) of the past.
Right, time to write. But what to write. What piece of writing will be right. Right, I'm being too tight. Stuck in an endless loop of writing right. Or am I writing write.
There's more to me than meets the eye. Layers and layers of undiscovered beauty. Many have gone where you tread today, cutting into the labyrinth of levels. There's more to me than meets the eye.