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SøułSurvivør May 2015
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Sometimes they take over
The rhythms in your head
Nuances of rhyme schemes
The lines your muse has fed
You want to use a smaller word
Pontificate instead
It gallops through your consciousness
A wild horse - unlead!

The hooves go on like thunder
Upon the steed you ride
Tearing up the page
Pen in hand - astride
You are without a bridle
Legs grip the mustang's side
He has his own way
He is a beast with pride!

No - he has no stable
No - his blood flows wild!
Fed grass of the planes
He's restless as a child
A stallion - yes! A bucking bronc!
Unbroken - never mild!
Get into his rhetoric
He's always getting riled!

Write like you're a MUSTANG!
RIDE ON!!! You have no reins!
Get into his rhythm
The rhyme scheme is unstrained
Your footing is unsure
In uncertain terrains
Playing echo chamber music
Those cacophonous refrains

Bust that bronc!!! He's waiting -
Your own head unrestrained!!!


SoulSurvivor
(C) 5/19/2015
I can't get this rhythm
Out of my head!

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NoislessShackles Aug 2014
foggy darkness
clogged
the air.
not a peep of light,
nor a nick anywhere,
for the trapped
darkness
to escape.

light footfalls
echo,
pitter patter,
through the halls;
young girl:
cold night,
clutching at her woolen shawl.

All doors closed,
except one.
The one
that's
getting
taller;
...calling
her to come.

Steady
steps,
unlead by fear.
The only thing
she's lead on by,
is her:
miraculous,
cautious dare.

Though she cannot see
she takes on the journey;
she takes on the journey
through the blinding sea
of darkness.

The darkness in which she
knew she would never miss.
© J-d S. J

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