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just to stretch out my arms again.
just to feel the breeze from pen to paper.
just to feel the eloquence flow from minor muscles,
to feel the tension shatter and be cast overboard
into a sea of 'college-ruled' freedom.
to release the unborn twin of toungue
and show her to the world again.
to enter the galaxy
with silk-feathered wings;
just to stretch out my arms[heart] again.
Author notes
hmmm. well im hoping you could figure out what that meant.
it was basically about how much i have missed being here on AP and how much i have missed writing.
how i got on "just to stretch out my arms, just to check my messages" but the truth was, i was subconciously yearning for the secret world that had become a major influence in my life. And how i just realized, having been gone for so long, that my poetry had actually become a peice of my heart.
Written August 4th, 2006
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Having been extremely writer's-blocked lately, I can sort of relate to this here. Poetry does grow on you, and it slowly becomes a piece of your heart, so to live without it is like amputating an arm or leg... I will attest to this personally.
Bravo, and good luck with your stretching
Just don't overextend yourself 
Laura, aka Immortal
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I'm glad that you've decided to write again because it might give me some incentive.... maybe.
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This is really good and I think we all can relate as writer's.
A lot of emotion and I loved the hope. Short but impactful and good. Awesome write and keep it up. <3
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greatttt
hmmm. love this! love you.
you write so wonderfully.
hehe.
you're amazingggg.
♥.
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