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>>8156659
It's prose damnit, it aint supposed to have meter.

My triggerword is actually
>meter in english
It sounds horrible compared to other languages. Iambic meters and sonnettes? Fuck off.

But thats just my opinion. Everyone has them, get used to it.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1C68vc8plVI

>get to arabic level brah.

>pic related to Orlando shootings.

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Love it. Thought-provoking.

Cold mountain wasn't cheesy, but i would honestly cut out the two last rows. Every writer has his or her taste and stamp of identity.

>>8142526
Purple haze all in my brain etc. Brah, it's done to death.

>>8142547
Talent brah. I'm actually moving to peloponnesos, got my thoughts to the wars and history of that area.
Good flow of words and play. Got any more that you can post?
I read it as prose.

>>8155513
>dream of bearded necks kung fu
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qsEZ2lpM0Yw ?

>>8155396
Art is expression
Expression is spontaneous.
It can be planned, explained and framed, but its colour is that of capturing a moment or a time-setting.

To construct, and then deconstruct, you'll get an abombination. Frankenstein. Sure, if you're after that, go for it. But who has ever said Frankenstein was beautiful?

Good night, /lit/. I hope this bread is alive when i wake up.

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>The Irony.
That we are afraid of the Woods and Forests.
And of the Night
When we have the axes and the fervours

To run while we have the heart
and to lose everything in life when we have death.
We are stronger than the Day, but weaker than the Night,
and we are stronger than the Flight but weaker than the Fight.

I want to feel the blood rush to my head,
looking for an answer,
and with one Pump fill my whole body with fears cleansing clarity.
Feel the day break me down, and the night strenghten me
Slowly but surely stagnate under the suns.
For
Death, she is my friend
Because it is my destiny
My journey
And my goal.

>wrote it a couple of days ago while calling the bank
>turns out i wasn't owning money to the state.

Poem is written in swedish, tried to translate it while being true to its spirit. Im just glad if anyone reads this lel.

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