Words Fly

I tried to emulate the bird,

so I can soar with the wind.

But the principles of levitation is beyond me.

I am all mass and matter,

and I don’t possess high powered wings.

Thus, I can only perch

and propel my thoughts,

and try to make my words fly…

Back Back Back

In a flashback

if you playback,

kindly layback and

re-read that feedback

which is a kickback

from that outback

that had us setback

thus the cutback

and the piggyback.

Drifted

“I enjoy talking to myself. I mean, what do you think

play-writers, bloggers and poets do all the time? If you

don’t enjoy wordplay, and losing your thoughts in

situations that affects you, and reformat it into some

kind of understandable monologue, honestly do you

think you have the niche to become a writer? I

monologue all the time~ and am loving it!

That doesn’t mean I am crazy!

Maybe a bit drifted…

My Writing Style

“I don’t write to please anybody but myself. If and when I write, my choice of words are mine. That’s what makes it distinct from others. That’s called style. My writing style. Not yours. Not others. Every writer has their own style of writing. If you find that hard to chew, you are probably never a writer. Thus, if you don’t like my style of writing , I am not compelling you to read what I write. If I publish a book, don’t buy my book. Because you need to possess an expanded brain up to that level of consciousness to understand why a writer writes the way they write. My choice of words are sacred to me. It probably doesn’t mean anything to you. So be it. A good artist would have told you the same thing if you try to change his style.”

clueless

the sweetest thing  about  man  is

being absolutely  clueless   about

the needs of  a  woman  falling  in

love    that     inevitably    frustrates

that  woman  to  initiate   the   way

after the hunting  has  died  down

and entraps his soul which is truly

connected to the woods which he

so loved to hunt..

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pillow of my dreams

veyouiloveyouilo                    youiloveyouilove

 ouiloveyouiloveyouilove             veyouiloveyouiloveyouil

oveyouiloveyouiloveyouilove      veyouiloveyouiloveyouilovey

iloveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveyou

iloveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveyou

loveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveyo

oveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveyouilovey

youiloveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveyouilo

oveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveyouilovey

iloveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveyou

oveyouiloveyoui

ilo

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you are the pillow of my dreams

in my dreams you are the pillow

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people

our relationship  and  attachment  with  this  world  depends

entirely on our relationship  and  attachment with its  people

and of how they relate and attach  themselves  to  the  world

by   their   relationship   and   attachment   with   its    people.

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a nobody

I

I am

I am a

I am a nobody

I am a nobody wanting

I am a nobody wanting to

I am a nobody wanting to be

I am a nobody wanting to be somebody

I am a nobody wanting to be somebody in

I am a nobody wanting to be somebody in your

I am a nobody wanting to be somebody in your life

III

III

III

cos I found hope with you

I found hope with you

found hope with you

hope with you

with you

you

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me before us

mememememememememememememememememememememememe

mememememememememememememememememememememememe

mememememememememememememememememememememememe

mememememe                                                                              mememememe

mememememe                                                                              mememememe

mememememe                                                                              mememememe

mememememe                                                                              mememememe

mememememe                                                                              mememememe

mememememe                                                                              mememememe

mememememe                                                                              mememememe

mememememememememememememememememememememememe

mememememememememememememememememememememememe

mememememememememememememememememememememememe

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me before us

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my whole world

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uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu i love you uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

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you are my whole world

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a life of a rainbow

a life of a rainbow

a float of wanting

a twinkle of trees

a sparkle in your eyes

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a fleece of wind

a string of trust

a boat of sunlight

a gleam in your smile

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a gather of clouds

a now of forever

a calm of distance

a beauty in your breath

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a hillock of wonder

a trunk of fortune

a platter of kisses

a chirping in your ears

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a swirl of colours

a cup of wishes

a train of hearts

a radiance of hope..

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