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[moonmad]

Worry confusing fear with reality
smoke and mirrors imbezzeling truth
muted colors galvanized by fantasy
bright light comprimised by impurity

Hey how's it going?
This pointless mode of existence?
Thankyou for flying
and avoiding crashing into things.

Eventually both of these may become something, but for now they are little nothings.

Comments

[crash_79]

The first four sentences are really great! Really like the smoke and mirrors, it's not a line/expression that you see often here (in the netherlands) but it's beautifull.

[moonmad]

Why thankyou my kind onlooker! :D Your words are quite important to me as I had already almost discarded these mentally as inefficient and weird. I do that a lot when attempting to write poetry. (also why the first will probably remain unfinished) Thankyou once again!

[crash_79]

Well, the second part is a bit weird :D But that is just personal, I really don't like things like 'pointless existence' 'all for nothing' but that is personal taste.

Discarding things is good ofcourse :) but reading them over after a long time helps a lot too. I'm not that much of a poetry writer but sometimes I read the things I write ad infinitum.

To bad the first will be unfinished, curious though what the poem could become.