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 Apr 2019 blurcasewriter
tobi
thank god i can’t write good poetry
the best poetry comes from pain and hurt if you ask me
so although i can’t write like i used to
at least it means i’m doing alright
hurting is healing
Head bowed
Eyes closed
Cellphone
Smart
Phone
Worship

It has all gone vapor
Through the chimney
Mixing with the clouds
Pixel perfect
Engineering effort

learn to look up again
See again
Eyes open
It's hard for me
To move ahead
When you are
Holding back.
I wish that you
Would open up
But I need to
Face the facts.
Hard for you
To let love in
When your whole
World is black.
 Mar 2017 blurcasewriter
Collins
Come sit with me my dear,

*Even the Stars need the Darkness to shine.
I am left.
I am a scientist, a linguist and a mathematician.
I am familiar. I am linear.
Accurate. Practical. Strategic. Precise.
I am the inescapable urge to solve a daunting problem.
A master of analytics. Always in control.
I am pragmatic. Realistic. Calculating.
I am perfect order.
I am logic.

I'm right.
I'm a free spirit, an artist and a poet.
I'm abstract. I'm rhythmic.
Energetic. Sensual. Loud. Intense.
I'm the undying urge to transform a blank canvas.
A king of my craft. Never a dull moment.
I'm ecstatic. Fluid. Vibrant.
I'm beautiful chaos.
I'm passion.
One of my personal favorites
(It's about the 2 halves of the brain btw)
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