Some of these poems are old,
Odes to another soul's days,
Some remain in their first draft,
Raw and unedited for power's sake
Raw and unedited for power's sake
Soon to be replaced with a second edition
Some are of the darkness while others are hopeful
Content in counter culture to current events
Content in counter culture to current events
Use tale herein told
From an empathetic imagination
From an empathetic imagination
To heal, find hope, or inspiration
Or words for a wound long hidden
May the light of equality radiate
Ending prejudice and bullying
Dishonest carpe Diem Moments
Or words for a wound long hidden
May the light of equality radiate
Ending prejudice and bullying
Dishonest carpe Diem Moments
Write until...
Withered soul moreover with every written character, Until six feet under dry and decaying! Every syllable for everyone, Nothing left for myself. No drugs, no friends, no online world to retreat into... Nothing is pleasant anymore! Save for leaving an invisible treasure of words for no one to find, A poetically infused prose verbiage plague left behind.
Tonight I write to rid a maiden's heart of pain, a tragic cancer. Of the heart. Though obsolete is the serum labelled healing injection. A one day self awareness, memories relinquish in debt to an unspoken virtue: grace.
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