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Catfish walking sideways down the never-ending hall. The waves are crashing hard against the wooden castle walls.  Red carpet spans the spiraling staircase. Up, up, up, it goes. See the stars twinkling down into the yard, a massive garden erupts from the ash. Petals are dancing through the night as the brisk air whistles through the trees. Say it isn't so as the night begins to end the sun peaks his head up from the waters loving grasp horses silhouetted atop the river's hills dew sparkling in the new found light hearts are racing through the fields of green If home they were, then home they must go. Eyes are sparkling in crevices and crooks. One more day may pass, or has it gone? Just listen to the moonlight as it starts to sing its song.

                                         The frostbite crawls across                              her skin                                        the feeling                   soon will                       stop                            her heart              has slowed                     its beating                           her pulse        begins     ...

Art and a few known questions always produce an impact on the world Depression wanted her to deteriorate frustration erupted into violence smashing and breaking, a consequence of psycoloigical torture.

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stop telling me whats perfect stop telling me whats best stop telling me that I can't trust the heart inside my chest stop telling me "be honest" it's all I ever do stop telling me its all ok, can't trust myself, or you stop telling me to trust the plan, I'm tired of the wait stop telling me "stop crying" because you're a little late

An “Image” is that which presents an intellectual and emotional complex in an instant of time. I use the term “complex” rather in the technical sense employed by the newer psychologists, such as Hart, though we might not agree absolutely in our application. It is the presentation of such a “complex” instantaneously which gives that sense of sudden liberation; that sense of freedom from time limits and space limits; that sense of sudden growth, which we experience in the presence of the greatest works of art. -EZRA POUND When I decide where to put line breaks in my poems I normally go by rythym. A lot of my poems double as songs, as I like to put the words to music. Therefore most of my breaks are every four lines, as to keep up with each verse. Although if I were not writing a song I would put the break where is seems natural, like a pause or conclusion of a topic. Where your breath naturally ends. Edward Hirsh talks about the latter in an artice about the line and when to create ...

1) A wolf sulks through the shadowy night under glowing moonlight 2) Swiftly gnashing yellow teeth fur protecting from the cold 3) Quiet footsteps hushed through dirt A quiet warning 4) Only blood will remain