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#abstractpoet #arteurbano #arteabstracto #calle #street #streetart #collageurbano #poesiaurbana #urbanart #coloresurbanos #urbanabstract URBAN POETS/ BARCELONA / FEDERICO GARCIA VODKA.
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Madness consumes She's misused During full moons Eyes become monsoons Dreams of jumping brooms Don't come to fruition He'll wish he mentioned Before she went missing How he'd jump cliffs To get one more kiss . - 10 line poem
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Full moons draw life out of even the oldest skeletons , shooting stars crush hopes daily maybe fire will one day stop being hot or water wet , doubt kills and faith heals , I wonder when my eyes close will butterflies still fly Or will we realize the biggest lie... Everything we consume causes soma in this brave new world , if life is a traffic jam just relax soon you'll be parked . - Abstractpoet
Late Night Poetry
It saddens me that when you tear up you crash planets , the worlds madness gets you off balance , but you manage to salvage , I admire the fire it inspires the sky to drip dry and give it's all , until it's fall and the moon comes early to see you fall .
Life's To Short
Flowers could never devour the sour feelings , she feels from the former lover the former controller of her heart , life's too short to be wishing you could watch those lips part as he leans in for the kiss , wish on a star to take you far from the never nevers , to the clever but cliche land of guys that take you high a helicopter propellors but then drop you like bombs in bagdad , making you feel like and outcast in this world of half assed love , divorce and poor child planing , life's to short to be wishing you could walk through rice showers being the hype of the few hours and ending up with a dormant life hearing his family say that's so so I guess that's his wife , so live for the moment but think long term , cause in the end it'll just be you not them in that casket full of regrets .