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My feelings for you resonate in the rainy skies today, A storm of emotions that threaten an outburst beyond my control, And like every rain that falls upon this earth, I let out my deep anguished cries but for a while, Until its time to stop and let the sun shine and pretend to the world I'm fine instead.
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Jun 20, 2018
Jun 20, 2018 at 8:21 AM UTC
Do You See The Same Skies?
I thought when I first wrote Poetry it was the release of Woe in me, but for awhile I see my style and who I write for my audience of One, but, Bullies, pull the woolies over eyes that sheepishly turn away, look away, look away, I had a teacher once who that thought by giving me D's and E's in English and jokingly add in front of the class... "Hey Elverum you got one of your two initials, wanna hazard a guess?" When I was in the Army, had an MWO, who was nick named the Wicked Witch of the West, as his features made you feel like Dorothy, in the Land of Oz and because "there's no place like home"                        "there's no place like home"                        "there's no place like home" So it is with sad attention I see there is a bully Here, here, said the judge, jury So there should be, because poetry Is not about the freedom of Expression, through speech, it is about Grading and wizardry and being numero Uno a legend in his own Mind my manners mind my tongue Words that are spit like salvo's Not marshmallow's with hard hearted centres Poetry is meant to be read If I ask for your critique Would you send me a bill Or just your ill will, toxins Instill your commanding presence on the Young and the new, who dare To bad mouth you, your just One, how does it feel to be so alone like the sound of one hand clapping as you dashed another soul to the rocks below the belt with svelte wit But alas, I only write for An audience of one, you ain't IT.
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Apr 28, 2015
Apr 28, 2015 at 1:57 AM UTC
Th3 Audi3nc3 of On3
I thought when I first wrote Poetry it was the release of Woe in me, but for awhile I see my style and who I write for my audience of One, but, Bullies, pull the woolies over eyes that sheepishly turn away, look away, look away, I had a teacher once who that thought by giving me D's and E's in English and jokingly add in front of the class... "Hey Elverum you got one of your two initials, wanna hazard a guess?" When I was in the Army, had an MWO, who was nick named the Wicked Witch of the West, as his features made you feel like Dorothy, in the Land of Oz and because "there's no place like home"                        "there's no place like home"                        "there's no place like home" So it is with sad attention I see there is a bully Here, here, said the judge, jury So there should be, because poetry Is not about the freedom of Expression, through speech, it is about Grading and wizardry and being numero Uno a legend in his own Mind my manners mind my tongue Words that are spit like salvo's Not marshmallow's with hard hearted centres Poetry is meant to be read If I ask for your critique Would you send me a bill Or just your ill will, toxins Instill your commanding presence on the Young and the new, who dare To bad mouth you, your just One, how does it feel to be so alone like the sound of one hand clapping as you dashed another soul to the rocks below the belt with svelte wit But alas, I only write for An audience of one, you ain't IT.
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