black out Poem #3

The novels proceeded 
An unabated course of might
His district of success 
It was plain
Frequent favors are ours
The could be characters 
Are only groundwork
His narrative however this kind of sameness is 
LANGUAGE
Reverse the spell 
Nothing can be more dangerous for success 
I am only ready to adopt one opinion
The effect of this returning only to leave once again 
 

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  • By Anonymous

    bloom

    on my bedroom dresser,
    demise blooms from cracked petals and dried stems,
    rubbing against a dusty glass vase. 

    each flower once flourishing and loved--
    only to be hung upside down,
    and left to die in a dank closet. 
  • Poetry

    By Anonymous

    turn my swag on

    Live, Laugh, Love.
    The beautiful flowers of earth sprout from the seeded soil,
    The trees blow back and fourth with the rythem of the wind,
    the ocean swells into giant pool along the rock cliffs of life,