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Y Lolfa
My rhymes form in clouds
over the arm chair
beside my note books
and the fire
My lines are captured
and preserved
in the remains of the forest
immortalised on its pulp
My words are held captive awhile
in the bright prison cells
where machines etch their pain
on smooth white sheets
My once quiet thoughts crash
noisily onto the leaves
again and ...
Monday 18th February 2019 9:53 am
Advice in Four word lines, or less.
Take care of Yourself.
Just love Yourself.
Just follow Your heart.
Don't over think problems.
Friday 5th January 2018 5:22 pm
Fucked Up Lines
I drew something today.
First glance;
it's intricate,
it's how I feel,
it's me.
Second glance;
it all shifted.
It's uneven,
it's distasteful,
it's just a pile of fucked up lines.
I analyzed this thought and realized that it accurately describes my whole life.
Everything I do,
everything I say,
is what I think fits.
What I think is right.
When ...
Friday 14th October 2016 6:13 am
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