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Owner of my Prison
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Digging my way Out Why am I having so much doubt?
I go to pick up a pen and then chicken out.
Spark of inspiration but then it fades away.
I have the words then suddenly forget what to say.
Itching to get these thoughts and feelings out.
Yearning to scream, wanting to shout.
Pulling and yanking at the chains I'm in.
Knowing I'm the creator of my own prison.
Who are you?
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P.O.
U P.O.?
U R P.O.?
URE P.O.?
URE POE?
U RED POE?
URE D POET?
R U RED, POET?
RT! URE D POET!
O RT! URE D POET!
TORTURED_POET
Oh the torture of the poet,
Oh the torture of the poet, it has to be beautiful, but it doesn't, it has to be masterful, but it doesn't. it has to rhyme but it doesn't have to or it does and off with the rolling clouds goes that perfect line, while debating never to be seen again to perhaps some other poet who did not judge it and just let it ride... yesI get cha. Nice free write flows great! Nice one!
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."
On writing
This is very good, especially from someone who hasn't written anything in a while. Writing can be tough. As the old sportswriter Red Smith used to say
'All you have to do is sit down at a typewriter, cut open a vein, and bleed'.
Keep on bleeding!