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vagabond

david holmberg

Last night I saw the silhouette of my long lost soul
sitting on top of the world
sanpaku eyes silently speaking of a burning world
brilliantly glowing, shrapnel shooting in every direction

Air of revoloution emanating from its roughed up core
full of windy smiles and tales never heard

It struck me like a baseball bat with its emancipating loneliness
shattering confusion with a shure swing
unknowingly shaking me out of my deep sleep
setting heaps of charcoal ablaze in my dead sanctum
propelling me into the air feeling refreshed

In a flurry of thoughts bombarding me, I stand tall, ignited
swiftly adjusting to the lightness of my ship - anchors discarded
I remember this place, it was my home
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Submitted on August 11, 2017

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Closest metre Iambic heptameter
Characters 684
Words 120
Stanzas 4
Stanza Lengths 4, 2, 5, 3
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david holmberg

I'm a Swedish artist with many fields of interest.My poems are often about spirituality, philosophy, love, emotions and sometimes they are even a tad nonsensical :)I have a history of depression and alot of reflection about my self, conciousness and the world. I am introverted, honest and love to delve into the different realms of art and spirituality!My poetry is very personal and I never try to mimic any other poets.While I haven't explored the stilistical forms of poetry so much I try to work with expression and painting a picture, try to keep it as free as possible. Although I might try out different forms in the future should I feel to. Aaaanyways welcome to my page, hope you enjoy yourself! Any feedback or just spontaneous reactions are much appreciated! :-) more…

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