Notice of absence from Alex PB
Writin' more and more poems is my job,
I shall write when Shakespeare is back.
Writin' more and more poems is my job,
I shall write when Shakespeare is back.
White lights of burdened misuse,
Red carpet of foam and tissue,
Vanilla tears of cream and issue,
Sulled mind doesn't see the free view,
Mountains of time now come in view,
Sweating mattress matching preview,
Walls of garden you wish to ensue,
Fly by the eyes within you.
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APB (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 19th, 2026 04:03
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Comments1
Hidden in metaphor and buried under allegory this message speaks to the careful reader through the eyes within if one should choose to open them. Well written
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