View From the Southern Glass
With all things considered,
I cannot pass,
A bridge that breaks every laugh.
The sap in twigs will soothe my wriste,
With breaking light as motivation,
Forming the process of photosynthesis.
Cells seperate.
Cells can prepare,
Oxygen forming the movement of air...
One deep breath.
One moment.
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OliverAmatist
My name is Oliver Amatist, aka the deadpoet. I am a Pacific Northwest born and raised spoken word poet. I specialize in Free Verse Poetry ranging on topics relative to mental health, societal constructs, and the pure love that comes with freedom of expression. My career as a poet started with my first book, Time Within a Leaf, which can be found on amazon. Also, my first large performance at the Bit of Seattle 2017 showed me what I am capable of. Thank you for reading, listening, and expressing. I have may shows booked over the next year and more to come. I will be updating this list of venues soon!
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