Writing
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Twisted Trees
A lament The trees used to speakUsed to remember They used to flower In all types of weather Now they are bare Their branches twisted They barely speak And when they do, it’s fiction Once tall and gracious Now gnarled and cruel They hold cracked husks Where they once held jewels The trees used to… Continue reading
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Flame
The flame is speaking Steadily it hums As it gently flickers It sings its song I will devour All that you own Right now I am small But soon I will grow I will feast on your dreams Consume your talents I will burn your eloquence And condemn you to silence But when the fire… Continue reading
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Curse or Crown
A young man has an affliction Suffers from a curse It’s been there his whole life He’s had it since birth He can feel your emotions As if they were his own When he sees someone wince His insides groan Describe your situation And he will experience it Open the sorrows of your heart And… Continue reading
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When Words Were Gone
Life set fire To what I loved most Stole the words from my lips Like an unseen ghost The seat of my ideas My passions, my inspirations Was turned into ash Reduced to a charred wasteland Where words once flowed There was a cavernous void The fountain in my heart Was savagely destroyed Words evaporated… Continue reading
Christ, Christian Poetry, Depression, God, Healing, Hope, Pain, Poetry, Redemption, Shame, Trauma, Writing -
Robbery
You stole it from me This hobby that I love You took writing from me As if you weren’t punishment enough You took my dream And crushed it in your hand All the worlds I had imagined You brought to a sudden end Characters I had created Nurtured and watched grow You snatched them in… Continue reading
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Hollow Reed
I am the outsider The different one here I am the writer The wordsmith extraordinaire I weave complex patterns In the recesses of my mind Scribble abstract equations To work out what’s inside I am a hollow reed That wails as the wind blows I am mourning church bells Echoing with resonant tone I paint… Continue reading
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Rich Fruit
Ideas grow within me Swell like rich fruit Writing is the squeezing That turns them into juice Succulent sentences Luscious lines Spill out onto the paper One at a time The resulting cocktail Refreshes my soul Purges the bitterness From the pain of my toil The words nourish me Remind me of the truth Feeding… Continue reading
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The Cure
Writing is the cure To this disease of mine It heals my emotions Brings peace to my mind Life crippled me Writing made me to walk Trauma stole my voice But with writing I can talk Depression struck me blind Surrounded me with dark Writing gave me new vision Lit my path with its spark… Continue reading
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Pains and Passions
A lament Like the tide Is drawn back out to sea So my passion for writingTugs at me Like a wolf Howling at the moon So my passions threaten Me to consume My desires yearn within They pierce my insides With bitter sorrow They scream and cry But my body crumbles At the first step,… Continue reading
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Writer
A lament God, why have you made me To be a writer? To be inflicted With these desires? Pain builds up Within my soul Until it bursts out In these words of turmoil In my head Words scream aloud Worlds are being born Characters wander around My mind will not rest It will not stop… Continue reading
Dawn & Dusk 