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 Feb 2016 Raymond Barkhuizen
Neex
I don't,
I don't,
I swear,
I don't.

To feel,
To hope,
I swear,
I don't.

Empty,
I am,
I swear,
I am.

To feel,
To hope,
I swear,
I don't.

I don't,
I don't,
I'm sure,
I don't.

I don't,
No,
I don't.

Feel,
For you;
I swear,
*I don't.
I hate emotions.
 Feb 2016 Raymond Barkhuizen
Neex
I don't plan,
I don't choose the number of syllables,
I just write.

My rhymes are rare,
I don't plan them,
If they come,
They're there,
Cuz I just write.

If something comes to mind,
I just write.

It's all from my mind,
With inspiration from my heart,
So I write.

I don't get writer's block,
I get an empty heart,
In those times,
I don't write.

I'm not a poet,
I'm just that girl,
Who writes,
Cuz it's hard for her to speak,
And it's easier to,
*Just write.
It's just what it is.
I stare at nothing.
That space between myself and something.
Nothing is the air, the molecules, and dust.
I stare at nothing to let my brain come up with something.
Some reason to live, to sleep, to eat.
I stare at nothing.
I do not stare at something.

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