Played it safe east by south,
Vanilla taste like trench mouth
More a man in a mouse
So featureless
So estranged from myself
Too arranged on the shelf
Unwoven paste in its self
So colorless
Found my faith, shed my skin
Stood barefaced wouldn’t cringe
Found my voice on the fringe
I am vociferous
Cut the tie on the noose
Riding high on the loose
Unrestrained and amused
I am so rapturous
Standing tall for myself
breaking walls, raising hell
SnatchedΒ the world at the helm
Now I am dangerous
AndΒ I can always be
Me
Photo The Did You Really Recycle That Shot Rorschach Nightmare Shot Which Was a Recycle of that shot The Summons Just To Make This Shot Shot?Β and composition by Jeffrey A. Boyer
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This is absolutely wonderful. πππππ
Very happy you like it π π
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Dayum!
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haha that wasn’t much of a comment was it? but hopefully it expressed what I felt
It did, and I really appreciate it π
Oh good, because I really enjoy your poetry
Awesome, somewhat reminds me of a movie I just watched “beyond the black rainbow”. I did a little writing/art inspired by, so it must be on my mind. I really enjoyed this, again. thanks
Thank you! I don’t know “beyond the black rainbow”. I’ll have to find it.