I'm Writing Poetry. Be Afraid.

Behind the scenes

I shine the rings

Meanwhile, try to coalesce

Behold this charming poet…ess?

Or something.

I'm not good at writing poetry that makes sense. Anyway, here's some stuff I wrote today. The only artificial stimulants used were my magnet board and some orange juice, seriously.

Precious Goddess on Attention

From inside our stagnant treasure

Or launching purple mammal weather

Shimmer phoenix sister most

Bright like dwells we ion boast

Narrow collapse, no powder minor 

Limbo'd shadows summit timer

Fountain vistas swoop above

Telecoped winter union love

Reflect lone ring with spacious pleasure

Power sparkle if heaven's measure

Test for space, delirious coast

Severe celestial window 

›–‹

I Truly Adore a Loving Cheese Rescue

Happy hard abyss on curve

Dappled whisper, cargo hold

Dark as snow, ripped asunder

Said the soul with pirate plunder

Swim red rain

Back again

Stagger 

Mystery

Glimmer 

Symphony

Crash my gaze

Picture it

Temple ringing scorpion pit

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"Like a Throbbing Pony Party"

Hero's lair in star above

Laughing cat stalks turtledove

Early heart with scratch inside

Serpent's summer holds the signs

As Death's balmy spaceship watches

Cross-create by mirror Rose

Radiating golden stealthy toes

Venom's ache in heart of Root

Magic spark makes fountain moot

Winter over vision drop

Dream of sun rights enemy

Shadow one awakes to me

Soaring's orangy sweet tomorrow

Wish again, fire brings sorrow

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And there you have it. Three poems by me. 

[WARNING: Any attempt to discern deeper meaning in Omnia's poetry may result in inanity, need for therapy, internal bleeding, and/or a slow, painful death. Omnia's poetry should not be taken internally. If accidentally swallowed, call your local fire department immediately. Apply directly to the forehead.]