I really liked this part from ribbit:
Fond of my memories. Young in high school.
Age has deterred that scandle. Its device is its renewel.
To relate. To predispose. To mature.
I'm not much older. Twice my lifetime.
Ageless. Timeless. Scandalous.
I'm not trimming the procedures.
Humiliate I'm discerned forgotten world.
Arise conclusions. Arise fountain. Fountain of youth.
I hope u bear well inductions.
I hope. I love. I lie. I smile.
I've got mine. Its not happy and decides
hed rather be scrounging. He'd rather be a beggar.
I can't exclaim your ultimate fate.
But if in his deteriation. Somewhere between.
He found the meaning between his soul and the waiting.
That whole little segment right there, stood out to me. It was simple, but the simplicity made it stand out so much more for me.
As far as Vulgar, this just didn't come off as 'poetry' to me. It felt like a little story, even though I guess stories are poetry in a sense-- I just, I don't know. It wasn't bad, but it wasn't that good to me either. I kind of feel like, *shrugs shoulders* about it.
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