Writing
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Release the Words
I may be rash I may be raw But I must give voice To these words I have held them in For far too long My aching fingers Worn to the bone But now my insides Are clogged with hot oil And I must release it Before I boil So I let the words out… Continue reading
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The Black Sheep
I am the black sheep In a sea of white The thundering storm cloud Among soft pillows up high I crackle with energy In a world so sedate The force of my emotions Refuses to dissipate I do not speak I can only roar The tragedies I seeI cannot ignore I tried to bleach myself… Continue reading
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The Widowed Writer
Sadness isThe bitterness in her bonesThe dark embersGlowering in her soul The darknessIn her empty eyesThe merciless pitBurrowing inside It is the fake laughAnd that fake smileThe eternal prisonHer handpicked trial It is the weightThat holds her backIt is the veilThat drapes her in black It is the burdenThat cannot be sharedThe secret hurtsOf which nobody cares It is the… Continue reading
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A Poet’s Curse
Being a poet Is a terrible curse I am condemned to write Everything in verse Rhymes haunt me And metaphors stalk me Everywhere I look I see potential for stories Sometimes I sit In complete darkness Try to starve this monster Until it is harmless But then my mind’s eye Suddenly cracks open The absence… Continue reading
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The Man Who Lost His Words
A lament There was a man Who lost his wordsSnatched fiercely By a terrible curse A dark mist came On a summer’s day And left his mind mired In seas of grey Now out of his mouth Comes discordant sounds Like a disillusioned maestro Torturing a grand piano He could not explain What had gone… Continue reading
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Adversity is not the End (repost)
Though the fire burns,It will not consume me Though the flood rises, It will not drown me Though the wind howls, It will not stop me Though the lightning flashes, It will not blind me Though the storm rages, It will not engulf me Though the lava encircles, It will not entrap me Though the… Continue reading
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They Still Don’t Understand
I don’t knowWhat more to doTo explain to peopleWhat I go through I have written poemsOf light and darkTo show the battleThat goes on in this heart I have revealedPulled back the curtainOf how writingMakes vague emotions certain How it turns wisps of cloudsInto blocks of stoneSo I can break them downAnd move them on But still they don’t… Continue reading
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Werewolf Writer
The moon goes up And the words come out Watch yourself now There’s a werewolf about His silver fur blackensLike the nib of a pen He sits on his haunches And starts howling again Stories rise From watery graves Poems wake up And haunt the page When the writing is done The werewolf retreats Goes… Continue reading
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Dragons of the Heart
She raises dragons In her chest Beasts of fiery fury Of blood-soaked red Her heart trembles At their churning Her hands write To sate their yearning Endlessly they eat Words and phrases Little chunks of knowledge Severed from pages They spewed out flames Dark and bitter But their thick clouds of smoke Were making her… Continue reading
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I Need to Write
I write Because I must It’s not by choice I cannot stop The words find me Wherever I go They hunt me down Hold a knife to my throat I write ideas down But more will come Once the dam bursts I am overrun But in this torrent I do not drown I feel like… Continue reading
Dawn & Dusk 