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"The Flame Within"
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My Poetic Beggining Like a fire to its master, always growing ever faster. In bursts of burning with delight of potential pain's pure appetite. While swimming in ones own delusion, of emotions masked, ensues illusion. The wind & flame you can't contain the chance of burn or no return, yet still worth the risk of ones own heart, from ones own soul it will depart, that heart she stole right from the start. Of this still I could not see, till I was we and she was he and in her lies the best of me. As for the start, defined within, the place at which it did begin, but there is no start to loves own heart, only faith in fate and whole; in part.
I'm far from a poet but I
I'm far from a poet but I like to write. I feel release with pen in hand, then I found this wonderful site, I've gained lots of help not only with writing but personal support. Never give up, keep going I'm a newbee too.
Susan Bressman
Well... I think it's a good
Well... I think it's a good start. But what do I know? I just started last year. Let it flow, bro. *smiles
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Might not be as deep or as
Might not be as deep or as raw as most I see posted but I like the rhythm of rhyme and a structured theme throughout. OCD poetry if you will. Appreciate the feedback, more to come as I further explore my poetic expression