it may seem this life is morbid
these seems these seems
oh heaven forbid
what is now surly
the who who is
like what like now black and white cow
but ive more to do then chew cud
ill shoot an arrow with cupids blood
frightening as it may seem
id just like to scream
the frost is cool the meadow white
hey their who turned out the light
quite right my fine being of presence
looking up is the moon in its cresent
drinking its beams for quite a while
nows the time to reconcile
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Author:
onepauly (
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- Comment from author about the poem: created in the early morning hours. for the early morning hours.
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Those early morning hours can be so inspiring.
its the best time of day. for me anyway. I still got your poem, escaping from lifes prison on the wall to my right. I do read it from time to time. I like the part which says "stop worrying what others think of you." splendid!
'who turned out the light", or better yet, who did not turn it on yet? I am a very slow starter in the morning and need my coffee just to start the day.
I new the first thing in your comment was going to stand out among other lines. just go with the flow.
When you say: who turned out the light, you mean the light outside, or the light inside? Good morning Pauly.
light, that seems to be a very sensitive word. but to this poem, the light just went off inside my head, so when the light came back on, I wrote the next line. which was, (hey their who turned out the light). it wasn't a question, nor an answer. good morning malu
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