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sir humbug Jun 2018
the job of the artist
is to be
luminous and dangerous

luminous to others
by being
dangerous to themselves

when the words are ripped from the chest,
atmosphere disbursed by the body’s projectile messes,
starburst fireworks,
luminous and dangerous,
luminating the shared night,
laminating your truths,
in poems disguised


and so the job,
our work,
begins
I am lost in the world
And I can not be found
I see nothing but darkness
As I look around
Just a vast empty space
That forever I'm bound
I will scream my lungs raw
But I don't make a sound

Then my head starts to spin
And I fall to the ground
Angrily my fists clench
With a fury they pound
I'm defeated again
Turned back into the clown
Not the type who is happy
No, I wear a frown

Always in my own way
Feels like life's upside down
Forget linear path
This full circle is round
Try to rise up for air
Lake of shame I will drown
If to win you should fail
I'm anointed and crowned
I have a bunch of poems waiting to be posted so I thought I would share one. I'm sorry I haven't been around as of late. Life duties and work have kept me busy. I appreciate the comments and notes and will be responding to everyone very soon. I miss this place and intend on spending more time on here. Until then, thank you to everyone for the support and encouragement on my poetry. I can't wait to read some of the many great pieces you have shared. =^)

[Anapestic Tetrameter format]
Written: March 25, 2019

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Lost in my Head Apr 2019
Be free my lonesome, wandering mind
For you have taken the toll for too long

Be free my aching, pilgrim heart
For you have searched for a lost love too long

Be free my helpless, shaking soul
For you have suffered the cold and dark too long

Be free my crippling, growing fears
For you have crushed me too long

Be free my loving, trembling self
For you have felt this pain too long
Hey things are kinda better, it’s been a good day
Allison K Apr 2019
constantly reminding myself that it is okay
to feel broken once in a while,
it will go away one day
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