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"The unexamined life is not worth living."
I was born between a twisted moon and a rising nebula and I have lived and am now living concurrent life sentences of loss and …
Seattle, WA
I don't even post, but when I do I update on what I've written by dates...
Poems
Arcassin B
Jan 2016
By =arcassin b= & vango
it is January 1st and another
Year has gone by,
=I won't let my future ambitious
Die=
* tis the day of a year where dreams
For a new better year lie,
=have no fear it's the new year and
There's no time to cry=
nor time to let ole Lang sine be
Forgotten is the time to make
Promises,
=to never cover all of your losses=
with new years comes a bed of
Roses
A parade last years faults,
=a year that you won't forget
With children and adults=
and the innocents just got caught*
Up in,
=the icy frozen tundra where they
Keep the sin=
is thawing now, we are caught
up in.
Happy New Years!!!!!!
it is January 1st and another
Year has gone by,
=I won't let my future ambitious
Die=
* tis the day of a year where dreams
For a new better year lie,
=have no fear it's the new year and
There's no time to cry=
nor time to let ole Lang sine be
Forgotten is the time to make
Promises,
=to never cover all of your losses=
with new years comes a bed of
Roses
A parade last years faults,
=a year that you won't forget
With children and adults=
and the innocents just got caught*
Up in,
=the icy frozen tundra where they
Keep the sin=
is thawing now, we are caught
up in.
Happy New Years!!!!!!
http://arcassin.blogspot.com/2016/01/new-years-proposition-ft-wordvango.html
Loghain Carvó Jun 2014
My Goodbye to Hello Poetry
Loghain Carvó
Jun 2014
Oh the world is not yet ready for art of this stature...
Oh oh...
Oh the "poets" that reside here are so ungrateful, they do not appreciate fine art such as mine.
Oh oh...
Perhaps I shall end it all today...
And go the way of Vincent Vango...
A fine artist's art is never realized...
Until he crosses the great divide...
Oh for now...
I retreat to my abode...
To craft fine art in solitude...
Perhaps I will get impatient...
Perhaps I will wait until the reaper arrives...
Oh oh...
When I perish the magnitude of art will be seen...
Oh oh...
Oh the "poets" that reside here are so ungrateful, they do not appreciate fine art such as mine.
Oh oh...
Perhaps I shall end it all today...
And go the way of Vincent Vango...
A fine artist's art is never realized...
Until he crosses the great divide...
Oh for now...
I retreat to my abode...
To craft fine art in solitude...
Perhaps I will get impatient...
Perhaps I will wait until the reaper arrives...
Oh oh...
When I perish the magnitude of art will be seen...
It is now painfully obvious that this world is not yet ready for art as fine as my own. I leave my art here so that it may inspire future generations, perhaps one day I will even come back if I live to behold the day the world matures. I go now to craft art in solitude.
Ryan Cripps Feb 2016
Three Words
Ryan Cripps
Feb 2016
Her laugh paints a work of art more beautiful than Vango.
Her eyes twinkle like the stars over Rhone.
In her eyes, I get lost.
My breath is taken by her beauty.
Her cheeks are more red than a glistening ruby..
when I kiss her.
Gently she smiles,
kissing me back.
"I love you"
she says.
Three words I'll never forget.
Her eyes twinkle like the stars over Rhone.
In her eyes, I get lost.
My breath is taken by her beauty.
Her cheeks are more red than a glistening ruby..
when I kiss her.
Gently she smiles,
kissing me back.
"I love you"
she says.
Three words I'll never forget.
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