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Drained Maniacal Deserts
I tried to a walk yesterday but then I had a sudden realization
It was that I was a mortal Raphael you loved to imagine trees after a decaying swansong
It was a case I could not even figure out
Am I going to die from P.S.R?
Something that I was told does not stand for "Perfect Sectarian Resistance"
I could sing "Chimes of Freedom" and burn it with the soul of pontrock's own Bashlachev but it can't fully Burn after it has spoken with Josephine as she handles her internal-bodily nails quite well underneath a Painting's blood that depicts a flower blooming underneath a beautifully-painted blackened sun because That's All that matters, right? That's all that matters
The wonders of the colors, the blue sky, the running river that can't be criticized to keep you from Hazing yourself in front of
People with computerized books in your pocket
You speak with such...I don't even know
I wasn't born to understand speech with a word count that must be
Met not exceeded.
It was that I was a mortal Raphael you loved to imagine trees after a decaying swansong
It was a case I could not even figure out
Am I going to die from P.S.R?
Something that I was told does not stand for "Perfect Sectarian Resistance"
I could sing "Chimes of Freedom" and burn it with the soul of pontrock's own Bashlachev but it can't fully Burn after it has spoken with Josephine as she handles her internal-bodily nails quite well underneath a Painting's blood that depicts a flower blooming underneath a beautifully-painted blackened sun because That's All that matters, right? That's all that matters
The wonders of the colors, the blue sky, the running river that can't be criticized to keep you from Hazing yourself in front of
People with computerized books in your pocket
You speak with such...I don't even know
I wasn't born to understand speech with a word count that must be
Met not exceeded.
Published 6th Dec 2013
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6th Dec 2013 2:31pm
Awesome images and a very cool reading on youtube. Screw the word count indeed. Well done and welcome !
28th Dec 2013 12:36pm
"Am I going to die from P.S.R?"
And I love your phrasing. Thank you for this poem.
And I love your phrasing. Thank you for this poem.
29th Dec 2013 00:27am
I could private message you what P.S.R. means. It's a completely made up acronym. Thank you very much for the kind words, ma'am.
29th Dec 2013 1:44pm
You're welcome. I'm also trying to understand why I like your poem. That way, I learn a bit.
OK, let me send you a PM --- Not a PSR. :)
OK, let me send you a PM --- Not a PSR. :)
12th Jan 2014 9:18pm
This is interesting. I like your style and the tone of this piece.
I get the 'Choppy' delivery, but for me, it feels too rushed and inaudible in some bits.
Which is a shame because you can write.
'I wasn't born to understand speech with a word count that must be
Met not exceeded.'
Keep doing your thing!
I get the 'Choppy' delivery, but for me, it feels too rushed and inaudible in some bits.
Which is a shame because you can write.
'I wasn't born to understand speech with a word count that must be
Met not exceeded.'
Keep doing your thing!
13th Jan 2014 1:16am