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I know what you’re thinking
I’m clearly uneducated Immature & mundane Yeah, but under the surface Is anything but bland Like this: Like Loading...
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Running headlong into the woods
With your meaningless tropes
Escaping any notion of your gaze
Slipping confinement & your stubborn hope
Never wished to be dubbed “wild”
At least not in your repetitive sense
Feeling numb to your expectations
Not remaining to hear your bland defense
Each step leads me further on my trek
Compounding the rules I unwittingly defied
Down the trail & away from your excuses
I didn’t listen, but I’m sure it’s all justified
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Watching the paper soak up errant coffee
Spillage; correcting the bland, empty page Blocked before you wasted the elixir of life Words summoned now like a pensive sage
Freely letting loose a volley of images
We are released to our new mode of narration Blinded aesthetics on a crisp winter morning Forever allowed to remain alive in short bursts of inspiration Like this: Like Loading...
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Teetering on the edge of normalcy
The unraveling of misguided forms This mind won’t settle into boredom Will not compromise the quelling of the storm Do not attempt to dampen this fire My spirit will continue to actively soar For I won’t be cajoled to become bland Feeling fresh & alive, always reaching for more Like this: Like Loading...