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4:55 am, snoring boyfriend is downstairs SOUND asleep I lie awake and seek to reach the deep Well of sound and music, a poetic Kingdom, I made my queendom With. Never tried emjambments but well, They seem to fit, they bring to thoughts freedom. SOUNDS like my well-being To write poetry is living The instants to the fullest Even on a cellphone my rhymes do not rest I may SOUND poised and in control But at first my poems were about pain and all The things that poetry sublimates with her crown I owe much of my style to what Ginsberg wrote down My American poetic self is a committed eye with an everlasting passionate SOUND.
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Apr 28, 2017
Apr 28, 2017 at 11:03 PM UTC
Celebratory 100th poem on Hello Poetry
4:55 am, snoring boyfriend is downstairs SOUND asleep I lie awake and seek to reach the deep Well of sound and music, a poetic Kingdom, I made my queendom With. Never tried emjambments but well, They seem to fit, they bring to thoughts freedom. SOUNDS like my well-being To write poetry is living The instants to the fullest Even on a cellphone my rhymes do not rest I may SOUND poised and in control But at first my poems were about pain and all The things that poetry sublimates with her crown I owe much of my style to what Ginsberg wrote down My American poetic self is a committed eye with an everlasting passionate SOUND.
Appoline
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Appoline
24/F
Apr 28, 2017
Apr 28, 2017 at 11:03 PM UTC
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