POETRY Night was tonight
i read 3 origs. :]
[[the tree. liar. trade in... .]]
life is grand
and you cant understand
the rhythm flowing through my hand
racing through my mind
trying to rewind
to the time when
this night was not a then
to how this night will have no end.
its like when i breathe
you see my
ability
to speak free
be myself
read myself
breath myself
refine myself
never confine myself
praise myself
never needing to raise myself
i stay myself
make everyday myself
so i regress
never protest
notice
that i know this
that i wrote this
that i flow through this
that i live through this
that with every line
i find
that my time
is never over.
my time
is
now.
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