the way the sun reflects off the green grass. the way the brown field flows like ocean when the wind rushes past. the pollen in the air reminds me of spring, the feeling of happiness enveloping me. this world shows me im truly back home. this world keeps evil at bay. no war, no theories, police, or criminal imagery. just peace. atleast no theivery, or insignificant conspiracys, just nothing but beauty. i can close my eyes and not have to worry. because when these eyes reopen i can feel quite free-full of patience, time, and hesitancy-theres no need to hurry-no pushing, no rushing being reason enough not to go back to the city, but unfortunatly, this world is run by men with money; concrete, cars, corporations, and gasoline, all of these things that we now need-do you see what i mean? nights by a fire under the pastel sky, all of these things are dreams-only in mind. exploration is a device i cant seem to find. how do i escape this maze of urban enviroment? i cant stay-what if i no longer want it anyway? overcrowded planet, city capacity reaching its limit, im preparing for a much needed designated planet abandonment. when i close my eyes this place seems unmistakably different.
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ive been experimenting, trying to figure out a formula to writing more complex structures, with more fluent alliteration, consonance, and assonance skills, but attempting this has me losing track of my subject altogether. as of lately my rants are wearing themselves thin (though i havent posted to many on here) and ive been rethinking the idea of writing again. this specific poem is about my disgust and impatience with the lives we lead, and how we cant shake it and take a look outside every once in awhile. it goes deeper than that towards the end, although i feel its obvious enough that i dont need to explain.
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heres one i'll share from a few weeks back. you can tell when i become more "warmed up" with where im going with it.
great patient, remain patient. utilyzing the kitchen knife to pry back the gums from the teeth. bound. all restraint. kicking, screaming and bleeding throughout this entire procedure. severe one limb from the knee down. then attention is drawn back to the knife once more, now. the iris "carved out" - estimation to only cut into the circumference of blue thats defined, and to gouge half way into the inside of the eye. this incision makes for a delicate sitution for a porcelaine doll in this little position. see, i cant force you into a critical condition. opening you up on this level gives me new feelings, highs, and ambitions. this very intention reveals new passage into various imagination.
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ive been experimenting, trying to figure out a formula to writing more complex structures, with more fluent alliteration, consonance, and assonance skills, but attempting this has me losing track of my subject altogether. as of lately my rants are wearing themselves thin (though i havent posted to many on here) and ive been rethinking the idea of writing again. this specific poem is about my disgust and impatience with the lives we lead, and how we cant shake it and take a look outside every once in awhile. it goes deeper than that towards the end, although i feel its obvious enough that i dont need to explain.
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heres one i'll share from a few weeks back. you can tell when i become more "warmed up" with where im going with it.
great patient, remain patient. utilyzing the kitchen knife to pry back the gums from the teeth. bound. all restraint. kicking, screaming and bleeding throughout this entire procedure. severe one limb from the knee down. then attention is drawn back to the knife once more, now. the iris "carved out" - estimation to only cut into the circumference of blue thats defined, and to gouge half way into the inside of the eye. this incision makes for a delicate sitution for a porcelaine doll in this little position. see, i cant force you into a critical condition. opening you up on this level gives me new feelings, highs, and ambitions. this very intention reveals new passage into various imagination.