Cancer (My Final Poem)
Laptop my heart ever racing the idea of death and the fear of telling someone is devastating it could help or hinder us or just confuse us both it could break the dams open and it could rock our boat i may not live to see my dream walk past crowds of repetitive
I'm not even sure what to title this dream!
#7 of my weird and wild dreams some of yall probably know more about dreams and psychological than me... so if you think this repetitive dream means anything, tell me... please so it started, i was dating someone, i couldn't see their face...
Numb-ered...
Continuing through the repetition of number that always have had meaning to me... "i'm at a nine today... but it'll pass... it always does... some way..."
Canon
:) aye, love its bells echo all throughout in the nigh or in the far at great heights or deep depths it knows no boundaries the repetitive chimes and tolls resonate through my whole like an earthquake that shakes the world to the very core
Ode to the Wind Flight
Like usual, i haven't made any rhymes or such, since i wouldn't be able to do them even if i wanted to xd i maybe abused a bit of repetitions, but i feel like it sounds nice. otherwise, like some may have guessed... flightrising stuff !
Introduction to The Lone and Level Sands Stretch Far Away
I think what i'm proudest of is that the last line isn't just the same as the last line of the source material, but that by having it be both the last line and the title, i could run it right into the final repetition of the story title just by leaving it
Night thoughts - .2 - Because why not
- because why not forgive my repetition i do so, so easily without inhibition i tend to lend too much of an answer with no personal connection holding close only a moment open to reasonable reflection despite what i write, i shake still when the
Reflecting...
For another expectable conclusion i want the cob webs to burn again, the ground to shake with intrusion even if it's just in my head i'd rather roam the realms intertwined instead my addiction worth quoting if your only taking in life's good moments repetitively
Towers
Though i'm usually not one for repetition in words, i enjoyed working on this poem because it allowed me to move outside my comfort zone of usual rhythm. i hope everyone who reads enjoys.
Night's Embrace
Her eyes scanned the room desperately trying to find some sort of repetitive hypnotic she could use to sleep. yet with only a sliver of moonlight through the dusty windows, there was nothing distinguishable in the darkness of the bedroom.
Calm chaos...
A warm feeling running down my arm vision blurry, no real focus found, only certain something caused me harm cramping just crawling, twisted pieces of parts hang off a bigger mess now lightly holding me repetitive pains echo on every part warm with glossy
Jasper's odyssey (A1)
Each light seemed to lead to a new lamp, in endless cycles of repetition. he felt like he was reaching out, and the further her reached the more futile his efforts became.