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Ribbons
Ever wonder where the wind is if ribbons didn’t move? Ever wonder how a song feels if it never found its groove? Ever heard a lie and knew it wasn’t the truth? Ever met a smart guy yet knew he was a fool? You can hear a snake
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Poems by Maisen A. Hill
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The Groove
This is the sleepless one, the deepest one, the breathless one. Consciousness is synonymous with thoughtfulness, I caution this with confidence. It's the light that cuts the dark abyss where motionlessness feels limitless. Fearfulness lost in this bonded fist is constant bliss to a broken wrist that dawns
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The Observer
You call yourself a critical thinker? Ever question the perception of life from the cosmic elevation? Ever experience temptation during contemplation? Ever wonder why distraction comes to action as you figure out spiritual traction? Silently I watch and wonder, ponder on how to conquer informational plunder. Sunder thunder in explanations
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The Titan
Trust me son, you don’t know shit. Let the sonic come, vibrations sure to hit. Quick - the titan comes. I know you feel sick. Watch the words and make sure you don’t miss. You’re feeling irrelevant, elephant in the room, poachers coming soon. Impending doom, walls
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Freedom
Beauty truly shows up fully when engaged with unlimited movement. Let that inner voice smoothly reflect the letters of this arrangement. This is a new event for your amusement — I’ve made improvements to your recruitment. Inducement to your spirit's ear holes; I’m free to move cold,
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The Human
One of these times, I’m going to be right. Long days staying up all night to fight this fight that don’t feel right. Chest is tight, mouth don’t bite, numbness writes. Spiral from the denial of truths I should of swallowed. Hollow from the inside, hollows pressed
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The Samurai
He’s a samurai immortalized by poltergeist. Notarize his cold blue eyes, rekindled of a former life. Reincarnated DOOM, swoons through the depth of your room. A big boom, warm tomb, cherry blossoms bloom. Zoom past the gloom and unearth the perfume of a monsoon. Perfectionist mirrors deflectionist, reflections split.
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The Acrobat
It’s topsy-turvy, loopy, droopy, kick back as I fast forward this movie. Whoopsie - I found the code for inducing the lucid feelings from the lunar movements. Truth has been sent, yet, we forget its presence again and again. I’ve seen a butterfly pimped. I’ve been in
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The Pompous One
Magniloquent speech becomes eloquent breaches, Teaches the epidemic to suspend the time it takes to unwind my pompous lines. On this monstrous tid bit I strive to be flawless a little bit. Cautious thoughtless progression is an escalation to my discretion. Vicissitudes shift the vibe off my mind’s riff.
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Trance Language
I begin this trance simply - hypnotic. Symbolic for hyperbolic - hyperbole superb. Launch with superpowers - showers with thoughts. Think of you and me. She and he. Her and him, you and them, Can I ask who we are again? Dark night starts to spin. The Dark Knight arrives
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Happiness in the Ruins
This is not a ploy, this is the embodiment of connected joy. Grand rising to surprising new Christmas toys. Boys completed their journeys and refused to be yours. Girls fulfilled with secrets revealed - opening fresh doors Revere the new land at hand. Ruins are foundations for new plans. Ashes
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The Tetragon
There was once a boy who was trapped in a box. Quick witted known to outplay the fox. There was an air about him, an aura that grounded, that came with a pop. Coal not yet a diamond, loose toe in the socks. Foes surrounded him, trenches dug around, destruction