A collection of my own combined styles of - Macro Poetry & QuoteArt, which = MacQuote Poetry.
I will try my best to have new additions every week from my on-going-twisted-love-affair of writing poetry.
For all the support and encouragements you al...
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When Im spooning down moods, spinning out of controlled views, subconsciously lounging & sprawling about erratic places doomed; slapped original soul about eternal tomb, spitting up doppelganger to enjoy the deplume; What a dreadful & unfortunate heirloom, dripped upon these hands by obviously unhinged brood;
Are mine eyes opening from dreams? Am I done with having these realistic scenes? such nasty feelings can not truly lay within me, then again - in rushed confessions... truth does ignite as fluently poured butane, brilliant hues insane, careful nitted words refuse sighted djinn.
