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may she forever kill your pieces
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tragedy My poetry is leaving me
My vitality slipping away
as my hands are tied behind my back
my beloved poetry so fickle
shes gone to stay with another
who stokes her and cajoles her
shes turned her back on me
thinking I don't want her to come
how I spite, i how I reel with jealousy
to think my faithfulness in ddoubt
my poetry is leaving me
and my scars will bleed alone at night
no comfort
no peace
even she has left me
to dance in anothers heart
my words have grown cold
my life is even colder
what hope is there when
your last bastion of beauty, courage and hope
sees no more than pity and lends you an hour
over a month.
I will scratch eyes out
I will pine
I will bleed uncontrollably with her words no more
even I, once her stronghold
abandoned in my desperate hour of need
Congratulations to my conspirators
may she forever kill your peace
as I stammer in pieces
i can tell this numb won't fade
I got too comfortable in her hell
I been there
not too long ago with the pay my dues muse
you got a "muse snooze"
sometimes a time out is what they choose
they become somewhat of a recluse
though, she'll be back to rave reviews
and be an all time full use muse
Peace
Dylan
"One of the best results of life, is the torment of love"
Dylan Eliot
I grenade pen slipping my
I grenade pen slipping my muse! No time write many anything much at all except very late and its just mediocre on account of me being tired and all! ill get there soon thank you for your advice and support hugs always :D
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
Nicely delivered to readers.. Nice SSmoothie Sir/Madam
Nicely delivered to readers.. Nice SSmoothie Sir/Madam. A slice however for Respected Dove for her kind picturisation & videoisation.
©bishu
Haha.... oh, I love it!!
Haha.... oh, I love it!! Really enjoyed!
..............
...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. "
Thanks nightlight :D always
Thanks nightlight :D always glad when you drop by and very happy when you say you liked! ;) hugss
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
Dry Dock
My muse left town
no note
no good luck
nothinb but air
and blank paper
actual paper.
.
I liked my muse
he had hairy legs
and everything.
When I was thirsty
I always pulled
into his drydock
and go a refill.
.
I miss my muse,
I miss his tendency
to pull me with wires
and rakes, hooks
and grapples out
of the doldrums
where I windlessly
tend to navigate.
.
When he comes back
he will prop himself proud
on my head board next
to my guardian angel
where they will laugh long
at my slovenliness and my
dependency.
.
allets
08-16-13
pm
Yes depedancy... i am numb do
Yes depedancy... i am numb do there is no poetry because it is forced. The factors are out of my control. Pain wore its self out. This poem reminded me as did your words to try and feel and write through this numb patch... thanks dearest xo
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."