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Too much college work No time to be creative
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Like a breeze my muse comes and goes
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you write what you feel, don't write what you know
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there aint
a thing to
writing
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This is the most amazing feeling ever, knowing that wherever I go,
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Poems channel syllables to song, opening the valvelets which control each heart-string, pulsing messages which bowl towards brain keep, wit
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The nouns are recalcitrant
Like unruly schoolchildren
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It starts with a word,
A memory,
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Balanced on the grey razor skyline
The sun impetuous with licks of flame
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The most beautiful things in this world Are words.
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so much depends
upon lifelong learning's expectations,
an unread verse [s]pokes for comments,
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Rhyme carries more than meaning: music, timing, pattern, play, holistic core explore, link sense to ‘whither’, ‘whence’, nor mummer’s mimin
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There's a pure white pane of torture where you want to place your life
Where you know you have a thousand words to write
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(( my spot ^-^ ))
by Kia Tenshi
32 lines, 1 comment,
on Sep 11 5:09 PM. In contest, quickie, angst, dark, scribbles, writing, pauin, love, help, hear
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Sometimes the words come easy
just flowing off my tongue
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I am now dull and lifeless. I am now cold and pale.
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Taking timeFor contemplateCleanse the mindAs thoughts escape Picture theseFeelings keepThe imageriesFathom deep Share the toneThe muses wea
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I believe,God gave to me my talent to write poetry.
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Sitting, waiting Time and time again
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I wanted to write you a perfect world to make you smile I wanted to grow some happy thoughts, even if just for a while
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I want to tell of my new love, it is the time and place.
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Sketched shapes in the sand
Carved calligraphy and
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one door springs open,
sun kisses carpet, light sheet
o pens pristine page
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I GRAB MY PAD AND SIT IT ON MY KNEE, I TAKE MY PEN ONE STROKE,
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