The Art CollectionA Poem by J.O.Clipped random words out of magazines which I later put together to form this poem.
The Art Collection
Failure dwells behind savage beauty. Start to dream. Live. Speak. Your mind briefly noted. Think closed doors, Unexpected rage. Can one naturally stand out? Designing a normal trajectory, Reclaimed social style. Recap nothing gained, The cold dead square world. My world. Think power. Balance reflections. Unwind the broken leash, We persuade commitment. A high price for, Predictable love. Genuine laughter to resurface, The sharp. The revitalized. The different. A portrait in evil, This is living. © 2014 J.O.Author's Note
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AuthorJ.O.Portland, ORAboutNew to this site and new to writing, don't judge to harshly. "Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.. more..Writing
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