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writers can have a writer's block they may end up as a skeleton sitting at a desktop, holding a pen take a picture of the soul, survive looking at it kills every distraction listen to the indecisive winds; they float in each nutshell is another nutshell, right? a letter will cause more letters, won't it? the picture of the soul: take it walk through the ruins of the night watch stars rolling over heavens don't think about your inner, don't think the horizon of fear swallows poems poems that have never existed the horizon of fear is a writer in disguise poets will never be able to spot this creature sometimes, we want to write a lot sometimes, we want to write less take a picture of the soul and go on come on: take this picture, my friend the ruins of the night are made of letters skinny letters will grow into heavy words words become verses and they transform come on: take this picture, my friend a picture of the soul kills all the ghosts write about it and let go, heaven and hell yeah! vampires and writers adore the ruins of the night a blank desk, now covered with words and muse this poem doesn't have an end but a final i am sending you these letters, here they are chaos quietly rages in rivers of newness take a picture of the soul, take these letters, friend
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May 23, 2020
May 23, 2020 at 9:46 PM UTC
Picture Of The Soul
writers can have a writer's block they may end up as a skeleton sitting at a desktop, holding a pen take a picture of the soul, survive looking at it kills every distraction listen to the indecisive winds; they float in each nutshell is another nutshell, right? a letter will cause more letters, won't it? the picture of the soul: take it walk through the ruins of the night watch stars rolling over heavens don't think about your inner, don't think the horizon of fear swallows poems poems that have never existed the horizon of fear is a writer in disguise poets will never be able to spot this creature sometimes, we want to write a lot sometimes, we want to write less take a picture of the soul and go on come on: take this picture, my friend the ruins of the night are made of letters skinny letters will grow into heavy words words become verses and they transform come on: take this picture, my friend a picture of the soul kills all the ghosts write about it and let go, heaven and hell yeah! vampires and writers adore the ruins of the night a blank desk, now covered with words and muse this poem doesn't have an end but a final i am sending you these letters, here they are chaos quietly rages in rivers of newness take a picture of the soul, take these letters, friend
Tonight is a good night. Inspired to write this poem by: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MGbC730C4BA
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M/Inner Shelter
May 23, 2020
May 23, 2020 at 9:46 PM UTC
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