I fell to my knees, and was cushioned by an acorn [nature]
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I coldbloodedly shot myself in the head. Then I emotionally revived myself.
‘… The Sun and the Moon collide…’
‘why do you stop, my friend?’ – His companion asked.
‘I do not have the words, my friend.’
‘Nonsense! All your work is filled with passion and is so heartfelt.’
‘That is the point, it is all directed, guided should I say, by my own feelings.’
‘Have you thought about using your feelings to ‘ veiw ‘ the world, anyone else’s point of view, ect, ect?
‘ You’re very wise, my friend, thankyou. ‘
‘ You’re welcome, my friend. ‘
[clay pigeon shooting] – a poem by Stuart Crossley – All Poetry
[I lie bowing] – a poem by Stuart Crossley – All Poetry
I am not able to freely express myself( as society pretends) because some ignorant motherfuckers, if the truth be told, cannot( or choose not to) see real emotion even when in plain sight, how much more obvious will it take for people like that to pay attention?
it is genuinely not my aim to offend, please think about that, if you will.
A [hoped] misperception.
… As he sat, in a daydream I suppose, he pondered how vacant his life had become, in such a short time.
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What is to happen next? – It is up to ********.
Stuart Crossley – poet at allpoetry
‘I’ oversaw my own nature.
