#whyiwrite - Hello Poetry

walking through, the burning embers of fires you started; Alone.

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May 25, 2021

May 25, 2021 at 6:43 PM UTC

linda-1

Heartbreak's like... (10w)

walking through, the burning embers of fires you started; Alone.

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The stirring of violent eddies Collide with and wear down my skin. You’d perish in those emotions— You’re safe if I don’t let you in. The violence that leaves nothing safe, Outer calm gives the world shelter. I live torrents of ecstasy— Much more intense since I felt her. Storm’s pressure too fierce to control, Explosion is not if but when. Violent joy too much to bear— Now the poet must grab his pen.

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Aug 2, 2018

Aug 2, 2018 at 9:27 AM UTC

not_thepoet_hewantstobe

Why Poetry?

The stirring of violent eddies Collide with and wear down my skin. You’d perish in those emotions— You’re safe if I don’t let you in. The violence that leaves nothing safe, Outer calm gives the world shelter. I live torrents of ecstasy— Much more intense since I felt her. Storm’s pressure too fierce to control, Explosion is not if but when. Violent joy too much to bear— Now the poet must grab his pen.

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We are, but stories - walking and talkin, each one unique, each one gawkin, Stories unheard and unseen, waiting to be heard and waiting to be seen. Saurabh.

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Jul 30, 2018

Jul 30, 2018 at 1:07 PM UTC

saurabh-tak

Stories!

We are, but stories - walking and talkin, each one unique, each one gawkin, Stories unheard and unseen, waiting to be heard and waiting to be seen. Saurabh.

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I held the sun in my left hand. The pen in my right. Placed the sun above and squeezed. As my blood began to boil My skin began to peel, My right hand shook, But I couldn't let go. What laid on the paper Was the yellow flame from the sun, full of red blood and black ink: The witches brew. I growled, at the top of my voice! "What more can you take?!?! My life?? Take it, it's yours! My poetry? It was written, long before I was born! My hand? I have no need for it anymore!" Soon enough, The sun was floating, Above my wrist, where I dared to hold on. It took what it wanted, And left me a present, Above the now cauterized flesh.

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Nov 14, 2017

Nov 14, 2017 at 4:01 AM UTC

lolimeister16

Holding the Sun

I held the sun in my left hand. The pen in my right. Placed the sun above and squeezed. As my blood began to boil My skin began to peel, My right hand shook, But I couldn't let go. What laid on the paper Was the yellow flame from the sun, full of red blood and black ink: The witches brew. I growled, at the top of my voice! "What more can you take?!?! My life?? Take it, it's yours! My poetry? It was written, long before I was born! My hand? I have no need for it anymore!" Soon enough, The sun was floating, Above my wrist, where I dared to hold on. It took what it wanted, And left me a present, Above the now cauterized flesh.

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Holding ballpen, inks to paper are comfortable to my hand writing thoughts that I combine together that controlled of my optimistic mind. My feelings more on sorrow are the topic that I want to write everyday, later or tomorrow it will be released by my broken heart. Your flaws and non-sensibility, are the reason why I'm gaunt not physically but emotionally— I write because of my tired soul. The voices of my mind, heart and soul were ignored by the pretending deaf the reason why I just write at all and unexpectedly poetry was bleed.

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Oct 9, 2017

Oct 9, 2017 at 7:21 AM UTC

wordsbyhami

Why I write

Holding ballpen, inks to paper are comfortable to my hand writing thoughts that I combine together that controlled of my optimistic mind. My feelings more on sorrow are the topic that I want to write everyday, later or tomorrow it will be released by my broken heart. Your flaws and non-sensibility, are the reason why I'm gaunt not physically but emotionally— I write because of my tired soul. The voices of my mind, heart and soul were ignored by the pretending deaf the reason why I just write at all and unexpectedly poetry was bleed.

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They think I write because I'm feeling emotional. Dear me. I wish I was emotional. But it's the opposite, really. I write because I feel nothing. And feeling nothing means feeling a dull thirst. I thirst for productivity. I thirst for activity. I thirst for the passion long gone. So I wring my hollow heart out for any inspiration and whatever drips from it I maximize fully, What little gasoline remains from it I use extensively. I strike a match and burn everything as much as I can, Because I know it's nonrenewable And I have to hoard ideas from it while stocks last, use it until the embers burn out.

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Sep 24, 2017

Sep 24, 2017 at 9:15 AM UTC

poe

why i write

They think I write because I'm feeling emotional. Dear me. I wish I was emotional. But it's the opposite, really. I write because I feel nothing. And feeling nothing means feeling a dull thirst. I thirst for productivity. I thirst for activity. I thirst for the passion long gone. So I wring my hollow heart out for any inspiration and whatever drips from it I maximize fully, What little gasoline remains from it I use extensively. I strike a match and burn everything as much as I can, Because I know it's nonrenewable And I have to hoard ideas from it while stocks last, use it until the embers burn out.

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I want to write to save my life. To put to rest what’s eating me up inside. Pull it out from the traps within my heart and watch it unfold. I pull it out with the might of my mind and the dexterity of my fingers. Good bye. So long. They will finally stop scaring my sprits to the corners of my soul. They will no longer shiver. They are Reborn. Maybe what saves me can save you. And what saves us can save them. A seed, a bud, a tree. I write so I save me.

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Mar 7, 2017

Mar 7, 2017 at 4:52 PM UTC

East-Wind

To Save Me

I want to write to save my life. To put to rest what’s eating me up inside. Pull it out from the traps within my heart and watch it unfold. I pull it out with the might of my mind and the dexterity of my fingers. Good bye. So long. They will finally stop scaring my sprits to the corners of my soul. They will no longer shiver. They are Reborn. Maybe what saves me can save you. And what saves us can save them. A seed, a bud, a tree. I write so I save me.

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You asked me why I write, why I daily hope again to fight, as I ignite it takes my sight, like lovers in the heated night, & nothin' but a pure delight, musta been a true birthright It covers me & smothers me, engulfing me in flames a place for me to point some blame, & bury me unwanted shame, I know that this is not a game, & not for fame & not for fate, I already gotta a real full plate, & hey they say it's not too late, I am banging on the waiting gate, let out the angry angels & let out the long forgotten hate, it's a crazy little bit of spate, I took a pill, was feeling ill, & went along against my will it takes my heart and runs it shakes apart, in booming guns It's a hiding cluster & I'm a wordsmith hustler guess a real crime buster, yeah I think I trust her, ya know that shiny luster, Hope is dope, grab a rope, the drugs, the thugs, the tiny little budding nugs, the tipping back of happy mugs, giving you a little hug, a white hot plug, electrifying baby an aiming slug, try to get me maybe, a stinging bug, Ouch that hurt! while rubbing in a little dirt, It bites & bites, & then I writes, again, again, again again, yes its true my poet friend, My hands they move to a different beat, & down a different funky street with moving feet, it's groovy, neat, & this is sounding really sweet it repeats, repeats, repeats, Awaiting dictating sometimes frustrating, enticing & slicing my hands always dicing & giving me pricing sweet just like icing, Skating through life, finding creating, all the press is still waiting, and me it is bating, I'm hating the dating, 'cept while we are mating, sweet, sweet loving & good turtle doving is soooo satiating ; ) Sometimes I'm grieving, but always believing & ever retrieving, There is a voice it's not a choice, I hear it now they tell me how, a sense of humor I heard a rumor a cancer's tumor, In the radio the tower on the mountain my pens leaky fountain, signaling changes in the weather, calling me birds of another feather when that lone whistle blows, wherever my shoes may go as high as any flower grows, leaves of fall & winter snow, what the tallest cedar knows, What about the crescent moon & how those lovers kiss & swoon, this could be such a boon, like incandescent bulbs come May in bloom, & hearts with maybe too much room, Aggravating spirits A fever spikes, so I must take a farther hike, a stronger bike peddling & meddling, shining & pining sometimes I'm whining, in the brilliant ink it's the deepest well, the very deepest sink, I'm in the drink, I shouldn't blink, Nevermind to stop and think Like lidocane I am tot'ly numb my mind alive & feeling dumb, it's sticking like a piece of gum as I come all done, I know I'm not the only one, captured by the guilty sun Metaphors the seep my veins taking with them tired chains my chest can breath without the pain Ahhhh so sublime, it's why I rhyme & rhyme why my voice it chimes, Say what you mean and mean what you say because the Sun is gonna rise on some other day, & anyway as a coloring book streaks & takes away the ugly bleak, to seal up the finding leak I must write if I can't speak, In the deepest midnight skies I think I heard an angel sigh, she saw a falling passerby, Turn it up, till death comes again sometimes it comes, a long lost friend one my pen it will defend, my heart it might be on the mend, when pain to me, it looks real pretty, & getting kinda nitty gritty, and scars bleed too from me & you, we bleed our truth, in wisdom of our years and youth, In deep crevasses of beauty it's a poets certain duty, the bones we bury deep in messages they seep, & tiptoe 'round and creep, I dream, I hope I hold on a rope, I'm dizzied by the angles dope, in a hurry and in our worry, we want to be saved calling from a darkened grave, watching shadows dance, as they kiss in sweet romance hoping for another chance, Don't wanna be played, in death to be slayed, plunging a sticking blade, & down my enemy is quickly laid, Rescue me poet you are, you are & you know it too, Sleep peacefully at night, live your life & say it right, you keep the lid on way to tight, open it, let it out just scream & shout but never doubt, hey you got clout, releasing the way in every word you speak and say, Listen intendedly & contentedly find a beat, & take a seat have a treat just grab a pen, & say it again, again, a heart you know you must defend, I hold teardrops in my hands I hold them out & as they land, release me in the said demands, a clench my fist, & I slit a wrist, bleeding & needing, just keep reading love is breeding, I tighten up, I take a sup, I reach you & as you teach me as every one of you beseech me, as minds are racing and hands retracing, as I'm embracing, the poet's calling, again, again I'm always falling falling, in love with life, Like lightning in a bottle I'm a genie, & holding on the throttle, my heart BEATS like the rain I feel it's endless painted pain , it's electric & hectic, I'm a gentle bird a voice I hope is duly heard, can be wounded easily though strong in storms, I fly again, & can't be warned, I'll never fly too far I must reach the closest star, touching souls, drifting & sifting words I'm grifting, I'll never go without saying so no matter where a poet goes or what the traveling picture shows, A hazy start an aiming dart a broken down ol' heart a silly **** (haha) a nice full grocery cart, I'm acting kinda smart, a glowing celestial chart, cuz ya know I think that this is art especially when we drift apart and even more when we depart, Note taking for granted as my feet are planted, words they are slanted & dark art is chanted, If words cut deeper than a knife Just write me out and bring me back to life There is always a compelling story one of histories honored glory, & even if it's kinda gory, I gotta a suitcase to pack a train to get on back track, pick up the slack sometimes derailed by life, divorced from reality, as once I was a loving wife, To tell & share a way to find, a way to care, & yes we must, we must dare, words can't bring me down hey, I love that endless sound, fall & crash back to the ground, I am beautiful & you are too, I know these things, I know it's true skies above they are so blue a color that looks good on you I hear a rap repeating tap leavings of unwanted scrap, a song that I still can sing I hear a voice, my voice it rings another soul, a bell it dings, a dance left to dance a chance of romance, a hand left to hold, the shiniest gold treasure for seekers, for look at life peepers, I hope it's a keeper, I'm delirious but serious, Game changers & rearrangers, in infection & detection not won in a election a sugary confection in delusions & illusions & constant intrusions, the magic is tragic, ecstatic & fanatic this curse could be worse, you could be me as I bleed ink & quickly blink, can't stop to think or ever take a tiny drink Kick the ceiling minds are reeling & keep feeling just touch it just do it to it, come in undo it, It's a really deep well, so I gotta tell it & I try to sell it, close my eyes & try smell it wave a wand & even spell it, I want to take a sip so hear my families battle yip, my heart it just skips & skips a wandering blip just take a little skinny dip, here's a little helpful tip, We gotta spill it, need to **** it because they drill it way down deep, in veins they seep, Oh my *** I think I'm struck & now I'm stuck by luck or fate in love and hate, it's been a date, I had to wait, it's been real great, I can rate & keep it straight Pick up the weight, I can avoid or be annoyed, I tell, I yell my soul, I'd sell, say in a way you understand, so poet here's the perfect plan, Stan I want to dive so we survive, & feel alive, live vicariously through my words, know your voice, it too is heard, As water & gasoline is touching my skin as I reach out, to be new again reaching out to find a friend I'm burning down & hit the ground a violent sound, I turn around, I swim inside the glistening wet, to clean my life from sins & sweat, & anything I might regret, Carbon Copy If there is a God, in him I say, I'm truly awed, I'll find out too, I'm humming right along with you, we cannot undo the sticky glue & residue, words we pray & ones we say, & where we lay or head to pray, Say what I think stand at the brink, & take nice long lasting drink, let the indigo ink, just let it flow, write it down as you go, & let a shining spirit glow, Earths angels party hard, & learn harder we work just a little smarter, get it down get it right as it hits the ground, I'm kicked around, poetic sounds as ears they pound, Sometimes the rain in tears and sun sometimes a battle or a war we won sometimes I cry, inside I sigh, or walking in a dessert dry, my pen will tell & never lie protect me as I wait to die, painting words in pictured skies, so many left unsure goodbyes, diamonds fall from tears they cry, I sometimes think that I, I can't go on until I hear a poignant song, please won't you come along, Sometimes my feet are on the run those setting tangerine skies the blistering hot & sweltering sun, illuminating my darkest ink, & every thought I try to think, a Titanic ship can sink, when you need help I'll beg & steal try my best to make you feel when you are suffering & life not buffering, I'll believe in tomorrow find time we can borrow a bottle to drown out every sorrow I'll love you when you're gone this is a place where I belong together we can sing along, a crutch for a rugged heart a gift of life, a brand new start, so don't be crude or ever rude, I am human too just like them, just like you, a drum don't stop beating or keep on repeating, Keep me up, give me a cup, keep me going, & ever knowing, My heart it never does take rest after the most grueling test, it beats & it heats, in the pain & the rain I can't stop this ugly vain raised it from its darkened bed, now it demands, I hear it said, every single word that anyone has ever said, I heard, crashing burning I am ever learning, & always yearning a day I'm earning, to get a chance, just one last dance before its over to kiss the clover, my starry rover, an Australian drover, To be rendered useless if my words are fruitless, if said in vain, against the grain, it doesn't matter as tears they shatter the sky it sets but you can almost always bet I'll be writing of you & love that's true, & everything that's beautiful trapped in Autumn's wind with tombstone eyes, caught again in sad goodbyes, please baby don't you cry stupid cupid, The bittersweetness of our yesterday's I feel it in the touch one you want so very much again come tomorrow's light again I will take another flight, again I bleed the poets plight, I pray for vision hope & sight listen & get it write, I know I will win the fight burning lamps into the night Add, edit, do that again hold a hand & be a friend, be a lover and a mother, celebrate & graduate, follow & lead ask of us & beg & plead, I will not be afraid, filling every heart it's need drowning out the sounds of greed There is nothing to fear but fear itself, no truer statement could have ever been uttered whispered, or muttered, like sweet Fred that stuttered warm wheat bread that's buttered, It's why we rhyme, we are chasing after time, yup, your words & mine, I go unafraid into darkened night and even with my blinded sight, lit by scars & brilliant stars, candles snuffed out too soon caught by the tail of the crescent moon, I'm mesmerized I can't move my feet unless I hear that haunting beat, as demons flee in sweet defeat, at times I carry the weight of the world & that of my children, that they too are heard ancestors calling as I, I am, I am always falling, Afraid to close my eyes, & look at the skies, afraid of that surprise, and each day I awake, grateful for what I take, I rise up, a phoenix from ashes & blinking eyelashes, while I can still see sight please find a plan, left upon a grain a sand, I'm made of glass & paper I got a pass hey what a caper, Wake it up & take it up just make it up it'll be just fine, I must go unafraid into the long night an endless spinning soulful top one that I hope won't soon stop I am like an aurasma my own Galaxy past the Milky Way Listen close to what I say, As demons flee & I can see in every lovely memory, please say you'll remember me & our history, kicked around & on the ground I still hear that painful sound I think I'll even maybe drown, I might be a muse that the heavens abuse or my words that they want to use, intentions are everything, listening & glistening Watch me burn, ya know I never learn, don't put me out, or even pout we can't doubt, hear me fry, Cuz I, I just keep swimming as waters are brimming, & stones are we are skimming tredding in cold waters, waves pull me under, fires grow hotter, a thinking blotter, cleaving bones I am asunder & broke apart by rampant thunder, Breathless & gasping my hands are grasping in desperation & despair cannot pretend that I don't care, something that I must share, I see a shore, & I've seen it before, just beyond the waiting door, A mascara smudge but please don't judge, or hold a silly hateful grudge I'm through the wading of the sludge I just wouldn't budge, it just took a nudge, Because a beautiful mind one so very, very kind, protected by the hands of time a precious thing a voice, I sing heard in my poetic choice, undiluted not refuted undisclosed, many ohhh's a twitching nose, teaching all in what we know to be silent is a terrible wasted gift to not hear that sound, bring a voice around, the voices ring, I've had a taste, my shoes are laced I can keep the pace, To not write, to seal the vain, relief from pain, would be a terrible waste of a divinely inspired pen. ❤ Cherie Nolan© 2016

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Oct 24, 2016

Oct 24, 2016 at 5:08 PM UTC

Moi-Cherie

Why I Write?

You asked me why I write, why I daily hope again to fight, as I ignite it takes my sight, like lovers in the heated night, & nothin' but a pure delight, musta been a true birthright It covers me & smothers me, engulfing me in flames a place for me to point some blame, & bury me unwanted shame, I know that this is not a game, & not for fame & not for fate, I already gotta a real full plate, & hey they say it's not too late, I am banging on the waiting gate, let out the angry angels & let out the long forgotten hate, it's a crazy little bit of spate, I took a pill, was feeling ill, & went along against my will it takes my heart and runs it shakes apart, in booming guns It's a hiding cluster & I'm a wordsmith hustler guess a real crime buster, yeah I think I trust her, ya know that shiny luster, Hope is dope, grab a rope, the drugs, the thugs, the tiny little budding nugs, the tipping back of happy mugs, giving you a little hug, a white hot plug, electrifying baby an aiming slug, try to get me maybe, a stinging bug, Ouch that hurt! while rubbing in a little dirt, It bites & bites, & then I writes, again, again, again again, yes its true my poet friend, My hands they move to a different beat, & down a different funky street with moving feet, it's groovy, neat, & this is sounding really sweet it repeats, repeats, repeats, Awaiting dictating sometimes frustrating, enticing & slicing my hands always dicing & giving me pricing sweet just like icing, Skating through life, finding creating, all the press is still waiting, and me it is bating, I'm hating the dating, 'cept while we are mating, sweet, sweet loving & good turtle doving is soooo satiating ; ) Sometimes I'm grieving, but always believing & ever retrieving, There is a voice it's not a choice, I hear it now they tell me how, a sense of humor I heard a rumor a cancer's tumor, In the radio the tower on the mountain my pens leaky fountain, signaling changes in the weather, calling me birds of another feather when that lone whistle blows, wherever my shoes may go as high as any flower grows, leaves of fall & winter snow, what the tallest cedar knows, What about the crescent moon & how those lovers kiss & swoon, this could be such a boon, like incandescent bulbs come May in bloom, & hearts with maybe too much room, Aggravating spirits A fever spikes, so I must take a farther hike, a stronger bike peddling & meddling, shining & pining sometimes I'm whining, in the brilliant ink it's the deepest well, the very deepest sink, I'm in the drink, I shouldn't blink, Nevermind to stop and think Like lidocane I am tot'ly numb my mind alive & feeling dumb, it's sticking like a piece of gum as I come all done, I know I'm not the only one, captured by the guilty sun Metaphors the seep my veins taking with them tired chains my chest can breath without the pain Ahhhh so sublime, it's why I rhyme & rhyme why my voice it chimes, Say what you mean and mean what you say because the Sun is gonna rise on some other day, & anyway as a coloring book streaks & takes away the ugly bleak, to seal up the finding leak I must write if I can't speak, In the deepest midnight skies I think I heard an angel sigh, she saw a falling passerby, Turn it up, till death comes again sometimes it comes, a long lost friend one my pen it will defend, my heart it might be on the mend, when pain to me, it looks real pretty, & getting kinda nitty gritty, and scars bleed too from me & you, we bleed our truth, in wisdom of our years and youth, In deep crevasses of beauty it's a poets certain duty, the bones we bury deep in messages they seep, & tiptoe 'round and creep, I dream, I hope I hold on a rope, I'm dizzied by the angles dope, in a hurry and in our worry, we want to be saved calling from a darkened grave, watching shadows dance, as they kiss in sweet romance hoping for another chance, Don't wanna be played, in death to be slayed, plunging a sticking blade, & down my enemy is quickly laid, Rescue me poet you are, you are & you know it too, Sleep peacefully at night, live your life & say it right, you keep the lid on way to tight, open it, let it out just scream & shout but never doubt, hey you got clout, releasing the way in every word you speak and say, Listen intendedly & contentedly find a beat, & take a seat have a treat just grab a pen, & say it again, again, a heart you know you must defend, I hold teardrops in my hands I hold them out & as they land, release me in the said demands, a clench my fist, & I slit a wrist, bleeding & needing, just keep reading love is breeding, I tighten up, I take a sup, I reach you & as you teach me as every one of you beseech me, as minds are racing and hands retracing, as I'm embracing, the poet's calling, again, again I'm always falling falling, in love with life, Like lightning in a bottle I'm a genie, & holding on the throttle, my heart BEATS like the rain I feel it's endless painted pain , it's electric & hectic, I'm a gentle bird a voice I hope is duly heard, can be wounded easily though strong in storms, I fly again, & can't be warned, I'll never fly too far I must reach the closest star, touching souls, drifting & sifting words I'm grifting, I'll never go without saying so no matter where a poet goes or what the traveling picture shows, A hazy start an aiming dart a broken down ol' heart a silly **** (haha) a nice full grocery cart, I'm acting kinda smart, a glowing celestial chart, cuz ya know I think that this is art especially when we drift apart and even more when we depart, Note taking for granted as my feet are planted, words they are slanted & dark art is chanted, If words cut deeper than a knife Just write me out and bring me back to life There is always a compelling story one of histories honored glory, & even if it's kinda gory, I gotta a suitcase to pack a train to get on back track, pick up the slack sometimes derailed by life, divorced from reality, as once I was a loving wife, To tell & share a way to find, a way to care, & yes we must, we must dare, words can't bring me down hey, I love that endless sound, fall & crash back to the ground, I am beautiful & you are too, I know these things, I know it's true skies above they are so blue a color that looks good on you I hear a rap repeating tap leavings of unwanted scrap, a song that I still can sing I hear a voice, my voice it rings another soul, a bell it dings, a dance left to dance a chance of romance, a hand left to hold, the shiniest gold treasure for seekers, for look at life peepers, I hope it's a keeper, I'm delirious but serious, Game changers & rearrangers, in infection & detection not won in a election a sugary confection in delusions & illusions & constant intrusions, the magic is tragic, ecstatic & fanatic this curse could be worse, you could be me as I bleed ink & quickly blink, can't stop to think or ever take a tiny drink Kick the ceiling minds are reeling & keep feeling just touch it just do it to it, come in undo it, It's a really deep well, so I gotta tell it & I try to sell it, close my eyes & try smell it wave a wand & even spell it, I want to take a sip so hear my families battle yip, my heart it just skips & skips a wandering blip just take a little skinny dip, here's a little helpful tip, We gotta spill it, need to **** it because they drill it way down deep, in veins they seep, Oh my *** I think I'm struck & now I'm stuck by luck or fate in love and hate, it's been a date, I had to wait, it's been real great, I can rate & keep it straight Pick up the weight, I can avoid or be annoyed, I tell, I yell my soul, I'd sell, say in a way you understand, so poet here's the perfect plan, Stan I want to dive so we survive, & feel alive, live vicariously through my words, know your voice, it too is heard, As water & gasoline is touching my skin as I reach out, to be new again reaching out to find a friend I'm burning down & hit the ground a violent sound, I turn around, I swim inside the glistening wet, to clean my life from sins & sweat, & anything I might regret, Carbon Copy If there is a God, in him I say, I'm truly awed, I'll find out too, I'm humming right along with you, we cannot undo the sticky glue & residue, words we pray & ones we say, & where we lay or head to pray, Say what I think stand at the brink, & take nice long lasting drink, let the indigo ink, just let it flow, write it down as you go, & let a shining spirit glow, Earths angels party hard, & learn harder we work just a little smarter, get it down get it right as it hits the ground, I'm kicked around, poetic sounds as ears they pound, Sometimes the rain in tears and sun sometimes a battle or a war we won sometimes I cry, inside I sigh, or walking in a dessert dry, my pen will tell & never lie protect me as I wait to die, painting words in pictured skies, so many left unsure goodbyes, diamonds fall from tears they cry, I sometimes think that I, I can't go on until I hear a poignant song, please won't you come along, Sometimes my feet are on the run those setting tangerine skies the blistering hot & sweltering sun, illuminating my darkest ink, & every thought I try to think, a Titanic ship can sink, when you need help I'll beg & steal try my best to make you feel when you are suffering & life not buffering, I'll believe in tomorrow find time we can borrow a bottle to drown out every sorrow I'll love you when you're gone this is a place where I belong together we can sing along, a crutch for a rugged heart a gift of life, a brand new start, so don't be crude or ever rude, I am human too just like them, just like you, a drum don't stop beating or keep on repeating, Keep me up, give me a cup, keep me going, & ever knowing, My heart it never does take rest after the most grueling test, it beats & it heats, in the pain & the rain I can't stop this ugly vain raised it from its darkened bed, now it demands, I hear it said, every single word that anyone has ever said, I heard, crashing burning I am ever learning, & always yearning a day I'm earning, to get a chance, just one last dance before its over to kiss the clover, my starry rover, an Australian drover, To be rendered useless if my words are fruitless, if said in vain, against the grain, it doesn't matter as tears they shatter the sky it sets but you can almost always bet I'll be writing of you & love that's true, & everything that's beautiful trapped in Autumn's wind with tombstone eyes, caught again in sad goodbyes, please baby don't you cry stupid cupid, The bittersweetness of our yesterday's I feel it in the touch one you want so very much again come tomorrow's light again I will take another flight, again I bleed the poets plight, I pray for vision hope & sight listen & get it write, I know I will win the fight burning lamps into the night Add, edit, do that again hold a hand & be a friend, be a lover and a mother, celebrate & graduate, follow & lead ask of us & beg & plead, I will not be afraid, filling every heart it's need drowning out the sounds of greed There is nothing to fear but fear itself, no truer statement could have ever been uttered whispered, or muttered, like sweet Fred that stuttered warm wheat bread that's buttered, It's why we rhyme, we are chasing after time, yup, your words & mine, I go unafraid into darkened night and even with my blinded sight, lit by scars & brilliant stars, candles snuffed out too soon caught by the tail of the crescent moon, I'm mesmerized I can't move my feet unless I hear that haunting beat, as demons flee in sweet defeat, at times I carry the weight of the world & that of my children, that they too are heard ancestors calling as I, I am, I am always falling, Afraid to close my eyes, & look at the skies, afraid of that surprise, and each day I awake, grateful for what I take, I rise up, a phoenix from ashes & blinking eyelashes, while I can still see sight please find a plan, left upon a grain a sand, I'm made of glass & paper I got a pass hey what a caper, Wake it up & take it up just make it up it'll be just fine, I must go unafraid into the long night an endless spinning soulful top one that I hope won't soon stop I am like an aurasma my own Galaxy past the Milky Way Listen close to what I say, As demons flee & I can see in every lovely memory, please say you'll remember me & our history, kicked around & on the ground I still hear that painful sound I think I'll even maybe drown, I might be a muse that the heavens abuse or my words that they want to use, intentions are everything, listening & glistening Watch me burn, ya know I never learn, don't put me out, or even pout we can't doubt, hear me fry, Cuz I, I just keep swimming as waters are brimming, & stones are we are skimming tredding in cold waters, waves pull me under, fires grow hotter, a thinking blotter, cleaving bones I am asunder & broke apart by rampant thunder, Breathless & gasping my hands are grasping in desperation & despair cannot pretend that I don't care, something that I must share, I see a shore, & I've seen it before, just beyond the waiting door, A mascara smudge but please don't judge, or hold a silly hateful grudge I'm through the wading of the sludge I just wouldn't budge, it just took a nudge, Because a beautiful mind one so very, very kind, protected by the hands of time a precious thing a voice, I sing heard in my poetic choice, undiluted not refuted undisclosed, many ohhh's a twitching nose, teaching all in what we know to be silent is a terrible wasted gift to not hear that sound, bring a voice around, the voices ring, I've had a taste, my shoes are laced I can keep the pace, To not write, to seal the vain, relief from pain, would be a terrible waste of a divinely inspired pen. ❤ Cherie Nolan© 2016

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My words don't always have a meaning behind them. But the words I project are my heart's solemn anthem. My poetry is imperfect; a mess of paint spilled on a canvas. Through the colors though, I was able to see a purpose. Putting my thoughts into a stanza keeps me sane. Putting my thoughts onto paper is the rainbow after the rain. My ideas range from puppies to the way I was left alone. From the time my first dog died in my lap to the thought of college loans. You see, I'm not the slightest bit okay; However, my internal struggles will lose to my positivity day after day. I can't tell you my origins in writing. I can't tell you why it is I can't ever control my thinking. My thought process is so god-awfully in disrepair, And maybe all it needs is a breath of fresh air. I miss my first dog Boy. I hate the thought of student loans drowning me in debt and having to deploy. I hate that I can't put an intermission in my concert of agony. I miss the many days of my boyhood when I didn't have to worry. I realized my flawed poetry in the many times I reread my past works. However, don't you dare tell me they aren't of any worth.

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Nov 4, 2015

Nov 4, 2015 at 1:35 AM UTC

marcos-partida

Looking Back on a Simpler Me

My words don't always have a meaning behind them. But the words I project are my heart's solemn anthem. My poetry is imperfect; a mess of paint spilled on a canvas. Through the colors though, I was able to see a purpose. Putting my thoughts into a stanza keeps me sane. Putting my thoughts onto paper is the rainbow after the rain. My ideas range from puppies to the way I was left alone. From the time my first dog died in my lap to the thought of college loans. You see, I'm not the slightest bit okay; However, my internal struggles will lose to my positivity day after day. I can't tell you my origins in writing. I can't tell you why it is I can't ever control my thinking. My thought process is so god-awfully in disrepair, And maybe all it needs is a breath of fresh air. I miss my first dog Boy. I hate the thought of student loans drowning me in debt and having to deploy. I hate that I can't put an intermission in my concert of agony. I miss the many days of my boyhood when I didn't have to worry. I realized my flawed poetry in the many times I reread my past works. However, don't you dare tell me they aren't of any worth.

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Now here's a little story that I got to tell about what got me to start writing you don't know so well it start way back, in history when I lost something very close and dear to me When I was still a kid about the fifth or sixth grade I loved music my action figures and kung fu movies like the raid it was a lovely spring day that I lost this something and changed my life forever and got my notebook thunping I was sitting at the table eating dinner as it was the nighttime and as sure as now that I'm writing this rhyme I fell out from the table, and seized on the floor I woke up tired and queasy along with sore so that's the story of what inspired me to write what did I lose? I lost my old life

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Aug 21, 2015

Aug 21, 2015 at 6:26 PM UTC

neroameealucard

Inspiration

Now here's a little story that I got to tell about what got me to start writing you don't know so well it start way back, in history when I lost something very close and dear to me When I was still a kid about the fifth or sixth grade I loved music my action figures and kung fu movies like the raid it was a lovely spring day that I lost this something and changed my life forever and got my notebook thunping I was sitting at the table eating dinner as it was the nighttime and as sure as now that I'm writing this rhyme I fell out from the table, and seized on the floor I woke up tired and queasy along with sore so that's the story of what inspired me to write what did I lose? I lost my old life

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I write because my head is full of things I cannot say out loud. I write for the way my heart bleeds when people cut into it. I write as my heart swells with joy until I feel like the Grinch on Christmas day. I write when I cannot think of anything but hate; The words angrily scrawled out on paper like hot flames burning up my emotions. I write to let everything out. I write because writing cannot talk back; It can't tell me I'm wrong or to change something It is purely just me. I write because it is the one thing that will not judge me no matter what I say. I write because writing is all I have.

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May 31, 2015

May 31, 2015 at 12:40 AM UTC

Hearts-on-paper

Why I Write (Longer Version)

I write because my head is full of things I cannot say out loud. I write for the way my heart bleeds when people cut into it. I write as my heart swells with joy until I feel like the Grinch on Christmas day. I write when I cannot think of anything but hate; The words angrily scrawled out on paper like hot flames burning up my emotions. I write to let everything out. I write because writing cannot talk back; It can't tell me I'm wrong or to change something It is purely just me. I write because it is the one thing that will not judge me no matter what I say. I write because writing is all I have.

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I write to spill love, loss, and hate onto blank pages instead of my conscience.

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May 31, 2015

May 31, 2015 at 12:34 AM UTC

Hearts-on-paper

Why I Write

I write to spill love, loss, and hate onto blank pages instead of my conscience.

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I never thought to write again, after self-doubt and a loathing for my words infected me. Knife wounds left me scarred, negativity to my craft left me adrift on a sea of questions. But I healed. The bleeding was stopped by a true passion for that creative sequence of thoughts which leads to poetry. I healed. I became strong. I no longer feel a need to justify my work. I write because. Just because.

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Oct 9, 2014

Oct 9, 2014 at 10:30 PM UTC

rod-e-kok

Just Because

I never thought to write again, after self-doubt and a loathing for my words infected me. Knife wounds left me scarred, negativity to my craft left me adrift on a sea of questions. But I healed. The bleeding was stopped by a true passion for that creative sequence of thoughts which leads to poetry. I healed. I became strong. I no longer feel a need to justify my work. I write because. Just because.

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The secret is that none can teach poetry, You're born with it, You're born from it. It's like a cut on your heart That will never heal, That will never ill, That cannot **** The blood will seal , into words so real, To paint what you heal. It is a thrill, With it, There's no heart you can't steal. It can scab over, But that can be cured with a stab. It is not a fad, Cat's out of the bag, But it's not sad, I showed you a gift you always had, To break the curse with a blast. Let your blood drip into the page, Meditate over fields of sage, It's the map to the maze, The string to lift the haze.

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Jun 10, 2014

Jun 10, 2014 at 4:39 AM UTC

DrsJoke

Our Path to the Poetic Psyche

The secret is that none can teach poetry, You're born with it, You're born from it. It's like a cut on your heart That will never heal, That will never ill, That cannot **** The blood will seal , into words so real, To paint what you heal. It is a thrill, With it, There's no heart you can't steal. It can scab over, But that can be cured with a stab. It is not a fad, Cat's out of the bag, But it's not sad, I showed you a gift you always had, To break the curse with a blast. Let your blood drip into the page, Meditate over fields of sage, It's the map to the maze, The string to lift the haze.

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