Random Put Togather Of Chats Into A Poem

can you look back and feel?
can you look back and think if it was really real?
can you recall the time i had given you all ove my love and all my serinity and the peace that is left by the escence of a dove?
can you realize that you never was alone but you wanted the fear take you amoung the darkened sun?
can you see what your pain has done to me?
can you see the bloody trail that it has left?
can you see the destruction that you gave as a gift?
can you hear my screams?
can you hear my agony?
can you hear my heart beat faintly as i slowly die and fade?
can you?
Ex'S: no i can't recall, nither could i realize, nore can i see hear or feel what i put you through.
can you tell me what i did wrong?
no you didnt do anything wrong it was me the whole time?
Me: Can i ask you why?
Ex's: no i never loved you you just was an easy catch and an addition to my snatch, hahaha you are weak you are the one that people could just have fun and leave you in dispare leave you in tears while you tear up your heart

by jon crowell

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'fell', an adjective meaning 'cruel'. A warning against complacency
Please take the time to read Phillis' biography. You'll find that she was a slave who lived and died before the 19th century and was taught to read by her owners, presumably with their children. I'm sure that some would even think her first name misspelled. Regardless - as a poet I hereby humbly request that after my body expires it would be of particular pleasure to my soul for my words to be presented as I wrote them. I would ask that Phillis' words be kept as is not only for posterity, or to preserve the idea of poetic license, but to more importantly involve the reader with her struggles and the rare oddity that belongs solely to this very lovely and unique woman.
Did nobody else notice that FAREWELL is misspelled by Poem Hunter in the title? Or is that the way Wheatley herself spelled it?
Phillis Wheatley has long been one of my favorite poets. This poem, along with so many others, exemplifies why. It isn't just her classical sense, which I myself adore and adhere to almost religiously as a poet, nor her ability to overcome a society's prejudices, nor in the elegant beauty she used to carefully craft this incredible double sestina, but it is rather the sheer, beautiful, raw placement of her words that always - always completely removes me from my own temporal surroundings and places me squarely into her magical, wonderful world. If I had lived with her contemporary folk I am sure to have strived every moment to be by her side - for I am certain she is the loveliest soul I have ever encountered. The words above are merely long past echoes of her intensely beautiful world. For those commenting on prophecy below - Phillis lived most of her life as a colonist under British rule - although she was a slave she was owned by the Wheatley family, a very progressive couple. At 20 she travelled to England to serve her master's son, first, but to have a better chance at publishing her poetry second. She died in poverty - a free woman. Which is tragedy in my opinion, for to me her poetry surpasses all others of any time.
Adieu, the flow'ry plain: the farewell like a farewell smile and tears.........lovely
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