This poem is somewhat a continuation of my 36th poem, but since this is in the past tense, it is more emotional (in my sense, I think it is). I tried hard to express my thoughts, let it flow in words that contain my inner essence, and just set my soul free to the world where no one exists but me. I love the thought of being alone, having the whole world (which is actually my room) in your possession and just do what you feel like doing. It's great to be free, living a life where everything falls in the right place at the right time, walking to nothingness like it would take you forever to reach neverland, lying on the edge of the seashore and watching the many sunsets that pass each day. Being free is fun, but being free, in this state of life, is a dream.
XXXVII
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And then there was
The breath of transmigration
A ghastly apparition
Split dimension
And then there was
Fivescore of hopeful wooing
A chant of toothful dreaming
New beginning
And then there was
The irony of torment
Reversal of resentment
False argument
And then there was
Sweet thoughts of ambivalence
Tenfold of strong existence
Wounded silence
And then there was
The crease of deep partition
And yearning, and contrition
Cold illusion
And then there was
The wafts of color drying
And lips and fingers crying
Bitter lying
And then I was
Aloft at my agreement
And all with it consistent
Brave contentment
And then I was
Conjuring in the sixth sense
Consoling weak persistence
And breathing, hence
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A Collection of Poems
PoetryThese poems are just some of the little pieces that make up my life. Whenever I get inspired by someone or something, I write a little story about it in the form of a poem. In a way, it helps me express what I have in my mind in a very vague way. I'...
