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Words, Thoughts, Emotions, And life Surrounds me in one. As I begin to write It all turn into fun, then as I continue, It starts to turn into violence, and shoot out like a gun. Everything is so peaceful, In other people eyes, But the stream of words, Titles And thoughts keep coming in remind, That I am a poet. I get the urge to write. I’m like a crack addict, Addicted to writing, staying up all night. Afraid to stop. Paranoid that the words will Stay. Troubled by my thoughts, As Ink bleed in repay, Of redemption and Sequel settings The hard times of one’s life is mine, Which is not forgetting. I seem crazy and quite threating to others. I talk to myself, Just quiet, Unexplainable mutters. Poetry took my heart and ran, Made it paper thin, And red ink span, Grey lead as a tan, Poisoning my heart, and making it into flying paper Cranes. In only minutes, Seconds, I am done with a poem, That is tied up with the ends of my storm. I am the devoted, Thoughtless, Emotionless, Lifeless, Poet. -Marci H.
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Sep 30, 2015
Sep 30, 2015 at 9:19 PM UTC
Life Of A Poet
Words, Thoughts, Emotions, And life Surrounds me in one. As I begin to write It all turn into fun, then as I continue, It starts to turn into violence, and shoot out like a gun. Everything is so peaceful, In other people eyes, But the stream of words, Titles And thoughts keep coming in remind, That I am a poet. I get the urge to write. I’m like a crack addict, Addicted to writing, staying up all night. Afraid to stop. Paranoid that the words will Stay. Troubled by my thoughts, As Ink bleed in repay, Of redemption and Sequel settings The hard times of one’s life is mine, Which is not forgetting. I seem crazy and quite threating to others. I talk to myself, Just quiet, Unexplainable mutters. Poetry took my heart and ran, Made it paper thin, And red ink span, Grey lead as a tan, Poisoning my heart, and making it into flying paper Cranes. In only minutes, Seconds, I am done with a poem, That is tied up with the ends of my storm. I am the devoted, Thoughtless, Emotionless, Lifeless, Poet. -Marci H.
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Sep 30, 2015
Sep 30, 2015 at 9:19 PM UTC
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