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by Beautiful Chaos   Sep 11, 2009


A poet cries
Screaming for words
to leave her lips
But they deny her
Instead filling a page
with metaphors and dreams

How she longs
for courage to find her tongue
Slyly seducing it
Coaxing out each pent up emotion
that has spent eternity
boiling in ink

Her soul was not torn of that cloth
It craves the paper
Carrier of imagination
Crisp like the innocence of youth
Soon darkened
Inked with the colours of life

Maybe this was her place
Her struggle to lose
To accept what she has grown to be
A sewer of verse
Bleeding pain and love
Into her own book of life

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  • 15 years ago

    by Rocky

    That was an exceptionally good poem. your imagery in it was superb and put in a way that i found it vey easy to relate 2 especially
    "A poet cries
    Screaming for words
    to leave her lips
    But they deny her
    Instead filling a page
    with metaphors and dreams"
    so damn true. i have often felt that way and here you have explained it so well.

  • 15 years ago

    by menna

    I enjoyed reading your poem and I relate to it in a way

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