Got this certain energy,
It spikes with tenacity.
The feeling is magnetic.
A field filled with aesthethic,
in the palm of earthly impressions;
existing amidst intermittent sessions.
As if there persists ten or more of me,
with separate morals, core identities.
Ignoring the warnings before thee.
Foraging forestry for a four leaf, venturing
amidst laurels soaring towards serenity.
Dead weight, but still not dead, wait...
I survey my options innerly.
A scale weighs but shan't discriminate.
A harp harps on, but is it angelic,
or the forlorne shards of man's relics?
I speak through ripples of time in succession.
Emote through a moat of distant reflections,
of which my prose was bestowed an extension.
Authors authoring fiction also penned my pending monologues and expressions.
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Free Verse Poetry: A Wayfarer's Train Of Thoughts
PoetryA collection of free verse poems to read at your leisure. Subject matter and overall mood varies heavily based on my source of inspiration. I'll add new ones whenever I feel compelled to write them. I hope you find something that resonates with you.
