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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Quiet agony, my own private symphony;
swaying pendulum.
hinging back & forth, in variant pacemaker sorts, recite mine heart... rung out roar; further drifting away the safety shores, resting upon rotting particle board; slowly layered in cellophane core, jumbling such splintered inner cords;
Clouds gathering in turbulent matter, emotions play dangerous till tattered; eyes will not bawl to splatter - instead bask under the glint of an infrequent Saturn, as this rocking wood deteriates & scatters, cold deprives bone with inevitable disaster - disguised naturally of tranquil & azured armed dapper.
