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Distant wonders
Clouds the mind
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Oh how delicate is my sweet muse Her eyes that shine as suns
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Breathe for livingRed the bloodFeelings givingVerses flood Words of silenceSpeak from soulOf heart’s relianceVerses flow Sorrows bleedingT
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Where were you hiding, my delightful muse?
Why for decades did silence you choose?
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Not sure what band this is, but I love the photograph. The site where I found it has some rather interesting pictures. http://rdp.no
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An invisible hand that is pressed upon mine, guides the ebony ink that flows from within.
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Carve your own face, set in stone.
Fingers steady upon a marble throne.
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A Collaboration Between Myself & JToddUnderhill. (Thank you for your always brilliant lines my friend )
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A poet without inspiration
isn't a poet at all
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Purple sings with a dull hue for today she concludes,
she feels no brighter than blue.
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As I lay peacefully dreaming, I was jolted wide awake.
My muse was standing there gloating, a sly smile on her face.
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Passion bashes your chemical’s
Crumbling bastion of sanity.
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as a native of shadowed world
lock barefeet dream
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You say- "my mind's awash"
as love drenches you with pleasure.
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Patience beckons me.
First, merely a spark flitting across my eyelids
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It takes a special sort of person
to half-fill the half-empty cup.
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I’m sick of being overworked and underpaid.
Looking back, I cannot believe how long I’ve stayed
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I am a crushed velvet muse
patterning completeness like an etched smile
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I sat in the corner of the little apartment with tears running down my face. Where's your star? Your love? I had you with me and I'm all al
by Andiness
20 lines, 4 comments,
on Dec 28 10:53 PM 2008. In Abuse, Sad, Life, Dark, Story, Song, Pettirosso, Bloodkissed, Wierd, fanfiction, Muse
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It seems when I practice poetry in bed (writing in my head), I can only do it facing up.
by macandrew
32 lines, 6 comments,
on Nov 20 2:21 PM 2008. In Muse
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I view the page, a poem written
paragraphed rhyme to which I’m smitten,
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I was made for Rock and Roll
Upfront center moshing, strangers too close, surroundings black as coal
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Janet listens to the devil's song
Hearing that the ocean's falling
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When the words fail to flow, I send my muse out on a mission,
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My Muse
Congratulations.
You have successfully ruined my life.
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They say I’m mad, sad, bad
but no, I’m just like you
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Powered azure glass vases hold,
the words the world must soon behold.
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romance is vague
as flowers and rhymes
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I might as well
Speak without purpose;
by limechic
13 lines, 5 comments,
on Jul 12 8:06 PM 2008. In Muse
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Walking hand in hand,
It begins to rain,
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What divinity is this that rises from any given dawn of a smile?
What inventor enabled the depths of the soul to be invoked into a violent clamor for the most particular piece of aesthetic?
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Where has my muse gone?
Was it lost somewhere along the trail
of broken toys and dreams?
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Inside a golden day
Look at the children play
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The lights above glow quite unlike another,
all around constricting the starlight smoother
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