Ai'ght, Monems occurs when Montana creates poems (hey this rhymes, let's create lines out of it and call it poetry). They arise from the stem known as the mind, sometimes from petals; the heart, and other times from pollen; the soul.
I'll start the first topic off, give me the delight by throwing some topics into my Pacific ocean so I can evaporate the words and precipitate them into poetry.
Also might add some music or imagery to give emphasis.
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Just words that flow
A river in my head
It twists and turns
And never stays the same
The current is strong
You can never go back
Pen it down
And remember
The joy of the ride
Through the rough bumpy tide
That are the words
In my mind.