I'm the aberrational poet your English teacher warned you not to read or follow into the literary abyss. If you steal my poetry...I will find you in between fogyish metaphoric lines. I'll be armed with my quill and papyrus where at will I can wield my power as a writer to erase you from my realm. I will smudge you with inky darkness and do unprintable things like a ghost in imaginary darkness.
In full disclosure, I am absurdly mad and take no responsibility for my actions if crossed poetically. But, otherwise, I’m a simple free spirited poetic writer wordsmithing outside the grammatical lines and rules. An easy going romantic rebel at heart.
I write meaningful (to me) poetry from my heart and share it here. I tend to approach everyone as a friend until they demonstrate something different. I enjoy having creative exchanges with others, like-minded artists, or writers.
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I think their petals shedding is definitely a good metaphor for perfected souls leaving but the petals regrowing is also a reminder how there are still people around that love and care about us.
Thank you as always. True, however I dare posit, the new growth is a new soul in a new season. The same zephyr never caresses us more than once and the moment ahead is the moment left behind once it is spent by the present ever so swiftly. 😉
is one person's journey told through short stories and poems. "She smiled defiantly, knowing her skin looked even more enticing in the moonlight." Vesna
I think their petals shedding is definitely a good metaphor for perfected souls leaving but the petals regrowing is also a reminder how there are still people around that love and care about us.
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Thank you as always. True, however I dare posit, the new growth is a new soul in a new season. The same zephyr never caresses us more than once and the moment ahead is the moment left behind once it is spent by the present ever so swiftly. 😉
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A very interesting way to look at the new growth 😀
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I’ve always been an aberration. 😊
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