Wrote this poem and it took me a few hours... Still don't know why, despite that, I hope it makes sense for you as much as it did for me.
With Artbreeder I created a few pictures using the poem's name, I put one at the beginning and another at the end :)
Nostalgia: a feeling when there is no more space to continue writing your own story on the same page, so you decide to read the whole story again before or while writing on the next page.
"Reading through the line and words are like the secret code to knowing my life"
We've read through the first code thus let's get through this code of life
A series of poetry written based on life encounters and when I had felt these types of emotions. I felt the need to publish the collection of hidden poetry I have laying about already. I am not what I consider a poet, however these are the collective results of my poetic attempts.
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Let me touch the sky, have a sleepover with the stars and a deep conversation with the moon.
Because feelings need to be clarified, thoughts need to be expressed and words are the connection between distanced hearts.
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Because missing someone far away has never been harder. Good thing she turned to poetry - and the stars - to pour down her thoughts and feelings about that special person.
The following pieces of poetry are written from Agustina's perspective.
Poems Vivian wrote for God to express her love for God. The poems mark her journey with God, which was not always smooth. Just like David, who comes to God just as he was, Vivian comes to God just as she is, even in time she is complaining to God. Nothing can separate the love of God for her.
Because missing someone back home has never been harder. Good thing she turned to poetry - and the stars - to pour down her thoughts and feelings about that special person.
The following pieces of poetry are written from Valentina's perspective.
I don't want to sleep, I don't want to dream.
The alcohol scrambles my brain.
I know none of this is real,
but I can't get you out of me.
I gave you my heart, without thinking.
And now I can't get you out of my mind.