My Muse is a child, rubbing its gums
wanting to grow teeth
and later, a raw nerve
from grinding teeth
She is a wanton woman in heat
writhing in dark grass with yowl and howl
to have moon shed light on her need
Unstoppable bleed, are words,
phrases, stanzas, images,
seeping fresh from wounds of life
She is one voice in a choir
that sings off-key but must sing
for her breast needs release
of her deepest desires
Oh, help her, give her forever voice
for she knows dam
of clotted full-flood feelings
Author notes
Prompt - "addiction to writing
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In a list
A contest entry
- Poetry Addicts Right Here!! by Acidanthra.
900 points, ended January 10, 2008, 10 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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This was very well written for the topic on-hand. There was very good depth and imagery fufilling your addiction. There were some parts I didn't understand, but I believe that is what true poetry is. You know exactly what it means and it is a thought-provoking cruise for everyone who reads it. Great job poet!
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I was trying to show how addictive and necessary/... almost innate need, writing poetry is for me. ty so much for the hm
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"She is one voice in a choir
that sings off-key but must sing
for her breast needs release
of her deepest desires"
By Hearing and Heeding your song,
I'm Helping by Being Helped, I think, anyhoo...
I Thank God for your Addiction, Scribe.
~ Nicky♥
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the ecstatic addiction
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Yeah, I knowz!!
me too!
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