Crows know/ Makeshift Agony of Life.

[Winding Vines]

Thanks for taking the time to read my work, please excuse any typos, sometimes my spellcheck doesnt help me all that much!
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Crows know

this island that i make my home
is the world i only know
I travel other lands the others don't understand
the love that i give; isnt equal to the love I make my own

crows crows crows; I watch in a flustered wake above the ocean

this island that I make my home
makes me feel alone
the seas are my mother and the moon my illegitimate father
reflecting the perception of nothing that I know.

This world i never knew, I cannot begin to show
what more love I wish to give

this island that i make my home
is the world i only know
crows crows crows


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Makeshift raw agony of life

Skip, chase, run, drag
Counting the days up, down
The hills and hollow walls
I will find my peace, didn't you know
The shallow couldn't be the whole
The space between each sight deceived
And I do walk
I do run
And I am dragged
Brutal face of my own destiny
I refute me
This place, the temple
Our mothers fathers shambled
Our wings did drop
Condescension mothers words
Fathers stern
Listen hail the fallin'
That was mine
The earth I so desperately grip my breathe this dove just wont take
Gravity is just a drag to my own motives
Motivations of a lesser
Pious breast, feasted upon
Autochrome inverse
This place is unknown, grip the cup avert your sweet wine spoiled
Poison

Makeshift raw agony of life
Plagiarized
Creator turned critic. Destroyer changed destruction. Nothing.

 

[Strawberry_lovemuffin]

I love your eloquence, and your mastery of cadence.

Your poems reflect mine in a sense that you love pauses....

I think pauses are beautiful.