Poems from Dillon Oller
This organ,
The only way to describe this organ,
A little child.
And she sings in a chapel.
Even the summer of sorrows
Had the most...
I open my eyes,
Around me are blossoms
How long was I resting?
Is it really time?
Those same four words repeat,
Like they did eleven...
From insanity to poetry...
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It has been beautiful
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Enlightening and perhaps even cursed
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I have seen the world
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I...
When was that, again?
The piece of me,
Fighting for the chance.
Lost in the nebula of a gamble…
When was that, exactly?
Tragedy, and...
You would know,
How ambitions can lead down two paths:
Accuracy,
And Purgatory.
As I’ve said, let’s time travel.
Remember the storm? ...