#56 Sunsets.

For every person who didn’t receive the praise they were due until they died:


You lived in a way that wasn’t quite unlike the sun

Though your life shined brightly,

Few people paid any attention

Until they caught sight of all the colors you brilliantly painted the sky with

As you quietly disappeared,

Leaving your light lingering long enough for us

To realize that we’ll never see the same day again.


#28 Facebook Sestina One

I challenged facebook to give me 6 words to write a poem with earlier and they gave me transformation, satisfaction, Steelers, Conscious, tortures, and death. I used them in a poem form called a sestina, here is the result, notice any patterns?
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