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inhale

exhale
onto the page

burn it out
shout it out
cry it out

but by God

just let me write it out

muse don't whisper
need you as loud as the sHrIEkInG in my skin

fickle bitch
don't leave me now

too much inhaling making pressureinmyhead

gotta breathe
gotta purge

gotta

let

it

out


my soul is turning blue

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tazz317tazz317over 11 years ago
IS MY MUSE FEMININE

or is it neuter for all. TK U MLJ LV NV

endthedreamendthedreamalmost 16 years ago
Words as Double Edged Swords

words bring life but words have to be born. You are brilliant and sharp as a silver dagger in a midnight alley. Described so painfully in this wondrous poem. So directly on target. So here is the writer: make them scream sanity. Will someone listen to the rage of my soul????

it's a laceration..sleek and fast and honest and brave-dont leave my words stuck inside me-such a poem such a word odyssey such sane humanity.. don't you see how i am hellishly trying to angelically pleadingly trying to get these words out; bend silence to the ground and kill the devil brackishness of it forever-clumsy words of mine to --thank you forever

sassynycsassynycalmost 16 years ago
a smart poem

asphyxiation by way of writer's block....tres clever. we have all been there, chasing down the muse like an asthmatic after the last oxygen tank on earth. she may be fickle, but not to worry. she'll be back....she's an attention whore. ; )

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