The Poetic Onslaught Pt.2 Versitopia

Part II: Versitopia

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A poem can be started in any way,
With a word, with a tear,
At night, or in the day.
A poem can be weaved,
With pain or pride
For solitude or relief,
Or used to confide.
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To touch another world
To touch another face…
Ill do anything,
To feel I’m in place.
To hear other sounds,
From another dimension
Knowing there’s no bounds,
Releases the tension.
Then entering inside,
Leave the condemned bodies behind
No laws of nature to abide
A new bliss we find.
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My soul is woven,
Like needles and string
Through every person that I love
And the love that they bring.
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It feeds off souls,
Fed in gallons.
Running out of falls,
The current is ascending.
Your soul is a gratuity
Feeding it to grow.
It shines for you,
So don’t go blind.
While its getting full.
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End of Part II