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It looks like no writer
can escape the clutches
of their true inspiration.
 Apr 2014 Theia Gwen
SG Holter
Poet, be not afraid.
There are far worse things than
Bad poetry.

Keep writing; like a child keeps
Drawing with the purest of
Disregards to likeness.

The more stones you turn, the more
Gems you produce.

The more ink you rain,
The more gracious your written
Children grow.

All flexing builds muscle.

Rough bricks form castles.

Even Dalì carved canvases to shreds
And started anew
Not caring too much.
Not caring

Too much
To keep painting.
 Apr 2014 Theia Gwen
MD
Untitled
 Apr 2014 Theia Gwen
MD
Trying not to move
I laid still in my bed
There was an ache in my body
That was flowing from my head
I waited for your call
But it never came
I shut off the ******* phone
There was no one but me to blame
I held on too tight
I broke your fragile bones
I suffocated you with love
And you let out a silent groan
I heard every word
But I couldn't believe it was real
You wanted me to go
Did I just waste a year?
You know your love
Is true when
Despite all
The difficulties
You want to continue
In your battle
Because fighting
And losing is better
Than saying
You let the best thing
In life go.
Not sure about this poem but love is always worth the fight!
 Apr 2014 Theia Gwen
Luna Lynn
because
The words; they just keep coming
You feel the heat rise
From the pit of your insides
and you can't ignore it
in fact you adore it
The buildup of emotion
The release of commotion
It feels so good you scream
It doesn't matter who hears it
you know what it means
(C) Maxwell 2014
 Apr 2014 Theia Gwen
Mary
karma
 Apr 2014 Theia Gwen
Mary
Like a rubber band;
      It can only stretch so far,
             Before it comes back and
                  **Smacks you in the face
"It's a girl" they said
Ooooooh think of all the pink things
Like booties and bows
Dolls, and toys that aren't for boys

"Sweet sixteen, and never been kissed"
Blow the candles out love
Your mother spent hours baking
Your mother spent hours labouring

"She's a woman now!" They cried at her 18th
"We'd better watch them boys!"
But what about the girls?
Why aren't you watching them?

Is it because those girls are at the kitchen sink ?
Awaiting a boy's wink of approval?
Through buttermilk sweetness these
Pink girls think.

You men are ******
Full of tricks
That send half these girls to a shrink
But it's time to have a rethink

We fair maidens view you
Through basilisk eyes
We fairer *** are
Crueller than you

It's time to drop kick the pink
Permanently into the kitchen sink
And slink behind you
With a candlestick

After all I'm just a pink girl
Who would believe that the
Pink mess on my dress
Is your brain?
© JLB
 Apr 2014 Theia Gwen
Mary
Me
 Apr 2014 Theia Gwen
Mary
Me
I am me,
You are you,
Similar and different

Don't get confused,
I have a personality
I have an attitude.

Always remember these wise words;
"My personality,
Is who I am.
My attitude
Depends on who you are".
 Apr 2014 Theia Gwen
Mary
courage
 Apr 2014 Theia Gwen
Mary
Courage doesn't always roar.
For me it is the quiet voice,
At the end of the day
It says;
*'I will try again tomorrow'
 Apr 2014 Theia Gwen
Kareena
How would you describe depression
To someone who doesn't know?
This has nothing to do with me at the moment
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