Information Deprivation

by Chelsey   Mar 26, 2013


The irony of your unspoken words, is transparency.
I see through them; finding definition in their silence.
This unsettled (circumstance, predicament, fling),
has appeared clear, regardless of your intentions to
disguise it under informality.

Oh, how I miss the days of conceitedness when I
was in love with my own writing because of its muse.

Because of you.

Poetry was once silk that slipped through my
veins too quickly, yet now, with your absence,
paper is nothing but brick walls these fingers
cant seem to write over.

This unresolved matter has landed in the pit
of my heart and until you disagree with my
assumptions, stirring thoughts circle your
unknown explanations.

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  • 11 years ago

    by Tara Kay

    I agree with Andrea, this write was breathtaking its in ability to captivate and you really pen with your heart, the whole emotional part of this weaved with the words, made me stand up and take notice of exactly what you were saying...
    and I understand that a muse can make you feel that you cannot pen anything worthy of the word poetry but you always can, you're beauty is evident, and the heart in this piece was strong

    Awesome stuff, Chels x

  • 11 years ago

    by Maple Tree

    I adore your ability to take words, mix them with your emotions, feelings, and weave a beauty such as this....

    "Poetry was once silk that slipped through my
    veins too quickly, yet now, with your absence,
    paper is nothing but brick walls these fingers
    cant seem to write over. "

    BREATHTAKING!

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