Writing
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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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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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Depression FM

Depression is like A background radio Tuning into stations Trying to shame you The news bulletins recount Your latest failed projects Talk shows discuss Your many character defects The DJ plays The latest diss tracks A game show host presents A quiz on your dark past I suffered for so long From this abusive broadcast… Continue reading
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Burning Bones

Passion locked upIn his bonesHe hears them creakingTheir endless groans His marrow is packedOverflowing with dynamiteGlowing like embersAnd pulsing with light He tried to bury themBut they cannot dieThe deeper he digsThe brighter they shine Now it is a furnaceA cauldron of desireThe only time it easesIs when he sits down to write Continue reading




