Absent Minded
How it works(Poetry not Inblots)
A writer writes a poem
and does a good job with his metaphors
around one subject
cleverly hiding a topic and theme around
this one idea all related to the similies
and onomatopeas
of the poem
The author writes the meaning of the poems
in the back of each book
as the readers are going through the book
unlocking the metaphor
and themes
for themeselves
they write their thoughts on the poems down
the professors read the readers thoughts on the writers poetry
then read the authors meanings of the poetry and judge basically
who has the right answer whisch is most often the writer
and sometimes both but its a bit controversial
and can be abstract
and this is the next level of poetry in a sense
questioning two sanities
and they will never question yours
to be priveledged the insight as you write down your thoughts to add it into the series as you write down your thought about the poem
and what you have read about the readers and writers
thoughts of the poem for you are now right
and thats how the game works
but dont tell them that just pass it on to the next person
who reads the poem the authors thoughts of the poem....who u do not tell
the next person in line is the author of the poem they are reading
the reader and your thoughts of the poem
and ypur thoughts on the two thoughts
with a set of instructions for him on how to play the game
to read the poem
and write down his thoughts
turn poetry to inkblotts
start the secret alliances the hiudden resurrected tresserpaassers
and it doesnt matter cause we were here first and they wont survive once were gone
they dont look that
smart to me
i think we can go off another way and just pretend
everything will be fine
on the other side of the rainbow
where we find the gold
instead of this tragedy
and i guess it will be a nother season
i got nothing to lose
theres nothing here for me
its a scrambled insanity
looking further in the intrincately there was nothing hidden...thisa man
was obviously
looking for attention and self surrendering to being self taught
anfd failing to succeed drasticly
the stars say he is a scorpio and has a familiar name
the muse of inspiration upon the midnigfht hours who scribe
the minds calculated magics can only fathom to fathom such power
and he wrote his thoughts
and send a package to a person following the instructions
and the package now contained several pieces of paper revolveing around one poem
and a mystery
of what it was but the instructions how to solve it were pretty well already in there
and does a good job with his metaphors
around one subject
cleverly hiding a topic and theme around
this one idea all related to the similies
and onomatopeas
of the poem
The author writes the meaning of the poems
in the back of each book
as the readers are going through the book
unlocking the metaphor
and themes
for themeselves
they write their thoughts on the poems down
the professors read the readers thoughts on the writers poetry
then read the authors meanings of the poetry and judge basically
who has the right answer whisch is most often the writer
and sometimes both but its a bit controversial
and can be abstract
and this is the next level of poetry in a sense
questioning two sanities
and they will never question yours
to be priveledged the insight as you write down your thoughts to add it into the series as you write down your thought about the poem
and what you have read about the readers and writers
thoughts of the poem for you are now right
and thats how the game works
but dont tell them that just pass it on to the next person
who reads the poem the authors thoughts of the poem....who u do not tell
the next person in line is the author of the poem they are reading
the reader and your thoughts of the poem
and ypur thoughts on the two thoughts
with a set of instructions for him on how to play the game
to read the poem
and write down his thoughts
turn poetry to inkblotts
start the secret alliances the hiudden resurrected tresserpaassers
and it doesnt matter cause we were here first and they wont survive once were gone
they dont look that
smart to me
i think we can go off another way and just pretend
everything will be fine
on the other side of the rainbow
where we find the gold
instead of this tragedy
and i guess it will be a nother season
i got nothing to lose
theres nothing here for me
its a scrambled insanity
looking further in the intrincately there was nothing hidden...thisa man
was obviously
looking for attention and self surrendering to being self taught
anfd failing to succeed drasticly
the stars say he is a scorpio and has a familiar name
the muse of inspiration upon the midnigfht hours who scribe
the minds calculated magics can only fathom to fathom such power
and he wrote his thoughts
and send a package to a person following the instructions
and the package now contained several pieces of paper revolveing around one poem
and a mystery
of what it was but the instructions how to solve it were pretty well already in there
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How it works(Poetry not Inblots)
How it works(Poetry not Inblots)
