Life of a Poet

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2015

Brushing fingers
with ten people at once,
broken connections
a frayed rope
between us,
another
day to get through

 

Sometimes
I find my heartbeat
to be unbelievable

 

Sometimes
I choke my own
love,
rub my hands raw

 

Piercing eyes
draw my caught breath,
pull strings of words
out of my fingers

 

so when I
find a haven
I keep a pen
hidden in the furthest corners

 

and I sprint home
to give words
the gift of life,
tumbling down a
treacherous path,
mixing with teardrops,
framed in flames of fire

 

because sometimes
our best
is written
at our worst.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Written 11/29/15

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9inety's picture

so true

you are blessed with a true talent

peace

Dylan


"One of the best results of life, is the torment of love"

Dylan Eliot

tallsquirrelgirl's picture

Thank you!

thank you!


*tallsquirrelgirl* she feels in italics and thinks in CAPITALS ~henry james