okay so new theorys written and old ones lost forgetting the old and in with the neew with theses exceptions of what i thought was lost but now is foind in a way is new i suppose..
let us all forget
what we said yesterday
with flying bumble bees
and my mother crying
because i am
walking on my hands
in the wrong direction
somehting she will always
hate herself for,
never believeing the truth
of yesterday
and the lies to come
because it hurts her baby
in the long run
if it took 14 hours to sleep
and 2 days to wake
i would get farther than
any other person possible
it makes me happy
to know this
in time i will forget
my beautiful free writing poetry
and the idea of true art
perhaps after i am put in socks..
at least that is what i am hoping
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i like your poetry style. verry interesting
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