Anonymous
Jaded Green
Karyn Indursky
Talking to brick walls of ears
when no one's listening,
but the clank of poetry
unmasking your muse
as you redundantly
try to make people get
you don't get bored,
don't switch medications
to insulin when
you're not a doctor
nor an employee at a hospital,
and as many times as you struggle
to find a listener,
who truly cares your poems
are melancholy and jaded green.
Nice...using yourself to make
Nice...using yourself to make a point. Love it!
~peace~
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
nightlight
nightlight...thanks for the feedback. i may not always comment or be able to keep up on reading the comments, but comments/feedback are welcome. keep it real and honest and we'll be golden.
You are treasure ....
Reader the Judge
Fact and fiction are two different things,
but under the poet's pen...
lies carry no wings.
Interpretations can be many,
And one's soul will take flight,
There is no wrong,
There is no rite.
One's own emotions become putty
In plain sight,
Is it right?
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
night
night...love your response and that i could inspire you. turn this into a poem, make a title, post your link on this page.
http://www.postpoems.org/auth
http://www.postpoems.org/authors/nightlight1220/poem/967892
:-) ♡♥♡
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "