Aug 2016
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"I believe in love at first write."
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Every poem I write, every word I spent,
everyday that I sat and shared my poetic whispers
into the vastness of the web.
Somewhere along the way I lost myself.
Each scribble, every rant and dribble
was written by my fragmented heart,
beating and bleeding
every last drop of ink I had left.
Onto these pages,
full of my poetic scares,
a lost art is once again found,
it was hiding under my skin.
In my mind it festered and decayed.
Like rotten, forgotten, dead flowers
perfumed by its wilting mulch.
Soon my poetic form will transcend above this vast web,
it will take intrigue, wrap it up to prepare for its transformation.
Forming words into poetic justice;
that cursed my ink soaked soul,
with abstract view of reality,
that I wrote while I fought my sufferings.
What a sad day it will be,
if ever I lose my poetic drive.
Oh woe is me, unto such a day as this.
The darkest hour of my life would be, the day
I lose my true love (poetry).
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© By Amanda D Shelton
From
Don't Forget About Me
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"I believe in love at first write."
♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦
Every poem I write, every word I spent,
everyday that I sat and shared my poetic whispers
into the vastness of the web.
Somewhere along the way I lost myself.
Each scribble, every rant and dribble
was written by my fragmented heart,
beating and bleeding
every last drop of ink I had left.
Onto these pages,
full of my poetic scares,
a lost art is once again found,
it was hiding under my skin.
In my mind it festered and decayed.
Like rotten, forgotten, dead flowers
perfumed by its wilting mulch.
Soon my poetic form will transcend above this vast web,
it will take intrigue, wrap it up to prepare for its transformation.
Forming words into poetic justice;
that cursed my ink soaked soul,
with abstract view of reality,
that I wrote while I fought my sufferings.
What a sad day it will be,
if ever I lose my poetic drive.
Oh woe is me, unto such a day as this.
The darkest hour of my life would be, the day
I lose my true love (poetry).
♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦
© By Amanda D Shelton
From
Don't Forget About Me
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