Anything can create its own time and significance.
Anything can create its own time.
Anything can create.
Anything.
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As I was browsing around looking at different blogs in the poetry section I saw something similar to this and thought I would give it a try. It is really makes you consider your word choice and sentence structure. What I enjoyed most is when you write out the first complete sentence you have no idea where it is going to take you.
She had an addiction to The Billionaire’s Vinegar,
She spent all of her time Loving Frank,
No matter how many times it happened she would never learn that all Things Fall Apart.
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At last I saw it.
The breakable heart of glass.
Steal away the night.
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Sunrise, Sunset.
time is forever,
Limited.
*
Trapped in a box,
not of your,
Creation.
*
Crushed by
everyone else’s
Expectations.
If you can’t be you, what is the point?
I heard somewhere that Summer only lasts
93 nights.
Is that what causes this euphoria?
The scramble to find fun.
Fancy Free.
Windows down.
Heat rising from the concrete.
Patios full.
Lightning Flashing.
Cold Local Brew.
After all when the leaves change so will our
attitude.
Looking for what can be found deeper.
This is what I found when I looked closer at,
Emily Dickinson’s Because I could not stop for death
Wide
Life
Last
Day
Blues.
What do you see in the Titles?
HIKE. BIKE. DRINK.
College Level Drinking, Elementary Level Writing
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