Refridgerator Poetry

I was at my cool aunt's for the week and I was restless one evening so I started fiddling with those little word magnet dealies, and this is what I came up with. It comes to you in two parts, the ridiculous first half, and the meaningful second half.

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I perform & experiment
NEVER smear paint on miasma
Neo and me see through concrete
Will our metaphor make sense?

Who let metal form music?
It can waste a rhythm they know must be rigid

Here he ate her psychadelic shard sculpture
Cat
I feel electric which is why color could appear
Imagine paint with glorious passion
Throw glass, you would.

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Always create from life
Know art, and like some
We think
suffer
break
are mean
try to observe only joy
THAT is balance
See
Hear
Do
Model
Compose
Every subject in harmony through song

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Oh, and for the record ...

Miasma: A poisonous atmosphere formerly thought to rise from swamps and putrid matter and cause disease.

Just fyi.

You're my song

Here's another day, almost over
I'm missing out on life again
I should let it go, take a chance now
Gotta try and let you in.

Take the makeup off, feel exposed now
Eyes are windows to the soul
I want to hide away, keep my secret
Should I stay or should I go?

You break me down, you win me over every time
I don't wanna come around from this high
I was so wrong, I need you more and more each day
You're my song.

Haven't posted in forEVER ...

Light up the sky
I know you'll save me from it
I realize
I can't live with or without it
I don't wanna go
I wanna stay here til forever
I don't wanna go

Here in your arms
The world is safe and quiet
No other harms
But my heart beats out a riot
I know I should go
Or I'll want you til forever
I know I should go

Seems your eyes, they shine for me
And your smile, it haunts the things we'll never be
You are strong but you feel weak
Can you speak?