filtered through my voice.

filtered through my voice.

A Poem by dukovan
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So this was spoken into my phone. It was a freestyle. No auto correct, kind of a test, but this could be cool.

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how loud can you shout are you proud enough to pout cancer which against this even with the wall the clock that mom gave us in the bathroom stall vyStar mind and keep our time together through it all miss you doing beautiful paint and I'm staying with it stains he keeps me quite considerably uncertain and deranged so I can feel it to the money that I am ancient Egypt avatar no easy to Rogers band inconsistent appetites feeling my own Fame that hasn't quite existed but it has all the same how much is enough r tell you're gone? The evil keeps its easy tone

© 2013 dukovan


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now, filter it again. Anyway you can capture your creative surge, capture it.

Never stop experimenting. Never stop observing. Never stop moving forward.

I find when you look at a composition like this, in the rewrite, it recomposes itself, sometimes, it's lots better, and you didn't even know it.

Posted 11 Years Ago


roarke

11 Years Ago

that's great to hear.
dukovan

11 Years Ago

How are the short stories coming?
roarke

11 Years Ago

they're getting longer.... regrettably...lol

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