Spied a bird; laughing
the devil smiled.
Spied a bird; laughing
the devil smiled.
Bird flew away
found the sky painted.
Spied a bird; crying.
laughing; the devil smiled.
Spied a bird; laughing the devil smiled. Spied a bird; laughing the devil smiled. Bird flew away found the sky painted. Spied a bird; crying. laughing; the devil smiled. |
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~Emotional-Writings
I used a toootally different writing method for this, you think it turned out alright?
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I realised that everyone has a mask. I realised we all have our hells. Above all, I realised that though humans are infinite in thought, we live in singularity of process. We all know this, what's spectacular is that we ignore it. choose to do so.
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~Emotional-Writings
thank you
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I realised that everyone has a mask. I realised we all have our hells. Above all, I realised that though humans are infinite in thought, we live in singularity of process. We all know this, what's spectacular is that we ignore it. choose to do so.
I was hoping it'd turn out ok
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I realised that everyone has a mask. I realised we all have our hells. Above all, I realised that though humans are infinite in thought, we live in singularity of process. We all know this, what's spectacular is that we ignore it. choose to do so.
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listen to the colors of the words beneath closed eyes...they're not always black and white.
george polly susan= GPS
It's generally understood that there are infinite meanings to anything, or at least as many meanings as viewers.
So, if you're going to provide an explanation, it's readily apparent that said explanation is how you understood your own words, and stating that "it's only possible meaning" is obvious to the point of being insulting.
But I'm kind of a dick.
Anyways!
The poem was solid, you seem to have a firm grasp of the capabilities of minimalism.
The meter made for a broken pace that accentuated the first line over the second in the first half, and the second line of the first in the second half, giving the entire piece a sort of meta-rhythm.
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The dance is dizzying
The trance is mystifing
There are a thousand faces behind these eyes
All party and discuss
Dance and laugh and lust
Come and spin with me, before the romance dies.
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The dance is dizzying
The trance is mystifing
There are a thousand faces behind these eyes
All party and discuss
Dance and laugh and lust
Come and spin with me, before the romance dies.
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