The Poem of Poems

Sometimes Love
Sometimes... Hate
Sometimes Sorrow
Sometimes... Happiness
Sometimes... Confusion
Sometimes State of Being
Sometimes Life
Sometimes... Death
Maybe Something New Now
Maybe Something Never Heard
Now a genre No One Knows
Now a Poem of Poems
What for , Never Shows
Stressing Perfection
When Simplicity is the Key
No One really Thinks Like Me.
Your Eyes Crest Shut So You Can't Invision
Forced To Open and start a Revision
Filled With The Same 'Ole Words
Writing Poetry in Swarms and Hordes
With a Pen and some paper we can Alter
The Facts and Reality.
Everything Protrudes
From The
Inside
Out...

 
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