V-E-R-T-I-G-O!

Po
This poem
Is a weakling.
It looks down too
Long!

So
This poem
Can’t be rewritten.
History in this song
Died.

Nerves…
This poem
Complains of ailment
The stanzas are shaky
Decay.
– Leon
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What
Is written
With faint letters
I can’t place the
Order.

Blurry
Sight. My
Head resounds like
The trumpet of wale’s
Sax.

Wavy
Strings, I
Played on E
The flat notes connotes
Zilch.
– Rachel Charles
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Breaking
Cells frozen
Found losing control
Unconsciously conscious about it
Gobbling

Flash
Blurry vision
Hoping not to
Go giddy on sight
Soon
Hazel
Almond stiffed
Breaths on breaths
Tell no lies lost
Vision.
-Hypermind
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Blue
Or green
It mattered not
Smiling, gigging, laughter fits
Hallucinations.

Swimming
Through my
Thoughts, i drown
Shoveling, pushing, spinning, drifting
Falling

Kissing
The road
Hugging cars, i
Didn’t hear my bones
Snap.
-Vera

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