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Two Men With A Feather
Not Her
Know
Fading
Fly
June
Aphantasia
A Conversation
Patterns
Lives
Killer
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Rowetry MasterPost
Two Men With A Feather
Not Her
Know
Fading
Fly
June
Aphantasia
A Conversation
Patterns
Lives
Killer
Play
Feel free to send asks of prompts you want me to write :D

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I remember a time
Of joy and of play
But that day
Is far gone. It’s gone
All I can do is reminisce.
That day, full of joy,
We played in the park.
I was a little boy
But it was growing dark.
The day grew shorter
As I was called away.
Killer
One death, for another.
A fair deal?
A life for a life.
An eye for an eye.
Or should we
Turn the other cheek?
Give them another chance,
But to kill?
The gallows or the guillotine?
The rope or the blade?
Or maybe the electric chair?
For that killer.
Even if they’re free,
What do they have left?
No job and a criminal record?
Incarceration sounds better.
Lives
Life shouldn’t be
A fight,
Not every day.
Life shouldn’t be
A battle,
Not for anyone.
Life should be full of joy
For every little girl and boy.
No-one should have to worry,
About the memories becoming blurry.
Everyone should have basic needs,
Lives are not weeds.
Patterns
I look to the shelf,
There’s a pattern,
The library is organised.
I look to the desk,
There’s a pattern,
I organised my stuff.
Patterns are good,
They allow for easy use,
They allow for a nice look.
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A Conversation
Poetry is a conversation.
Between me and you?
No, between a poet and everyone.
But not everyone reads poetry.
It still affects them.
Our conversation could be a poem.
There’s no rhymes here.
Not all poetry rhymes.
Is there a deeper meaning then?
Maybe, it could be that we
Should all have conversations,
With strangers and build friendships.
Poetry is a conversation starter,
And it allows us to sympathise,
With others who we’d never talk to.
Aphantasia
Picture this?
What? How?
I can draw it.
In my mind’s eye?
Huh? What?
I see nothing in my mind.
Mind palace?
What? Where?
There’s a palace in London.
Look at an apple.
Green? Red?
There isn’t one here.
June
“Bring out the colour!”
Do they think we don’t know?
Those big corporations,
They only show support,
When they can benefit from it.
“It’s pride month!”
We see the signs,
Rainbows everywhere.
Profit for them
‘Cause we see support.
“Let’s get sales up!”
We know they want
Money.
After June they show
No support.