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 No.2071[D]

Write poetry to express how you feel
Don't worry if it's good or bad or whatever
Just express yourself

 No.2072[D][DF]

Let me start:
Every day
looking in the apathetic eyes of silence
I grow a little colder

 No.2073[D][DF]

Here I sit
Broken-hearted
Paid a dime
And only farted

 No.2074[D][DF]

Turn record
Burn second
First to go was her
Then the world churned
Chose the next
Satan sits Spon his nest

 No.2080[D][DF]

ITT: Y'all sad
Not me though, I'm happy as
git gud @ life, skrubs

 No.2082[D][DF]

>>2080
I'm happy for you anon.
May the sun shine for all of us one day,
or at least peek in the moments of peace

 No.2083[D][DF]

22
chan
this is the third line that usually has the plot twist

 No.2088[D][DF]

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>>2071
Wrote this one not too long ago, with some modifications:

It feels like decades since I was there.
swaying in the waters,
I'd sunk to the bottom in the sand
but my face
shone with slow light.

She likes to submerge me.
She told me the way my hair twisted below
was strength;
my lungs breathing hydrogen
was an example of will power.
I was fantastic when no water touched me.

Now I stand in wet leaves,
tumbling around me, confused.
I hear hazy crunches in the fog.
She exists beyond my horizon, and
I ask her to take me surfing.
Take this cold-soak skull-ache away.

She comes like the sun
in dust-haze.
Petting my head like the sunlight
that rakings through trees.
Bleaching it to gold.
I shiver in her warmth.

I want to swim below the crests,
and strengthen my muscles
so she'll let me grow water wings
that stretch out of my back.
Large, floaty things that are
lighter than water vapor.

From there, I'd fly to the heavens
floating over the wooed angels
as they take my picture.
Everything sewn will be perfectly hemmed,
and everyone will paint flowers
on top of the bones laid in the sun.



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