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A poem is never finished, only abandoned.  ~Paul Val�ry
Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance.  ~Carl Sandburg
Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.  ~Thomas Gray
Poetry is not always words.  ~Audrey Foris
Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words.  ~Edgar Allan Poe

 

Mighty Pen
2004-12-05 - 12:41 p.m.
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I place this mighty pen to paper
In hopes of banishing the memories,
To still my ever beating heart
And cool my heated body.

I tattoo heavy words on skin,
To remind myself
-My forgetful self
Of how I should be.

I lick these numerous wounds
In privacy, here in my cocoon
In hopes of hiding my illusions,
From the prying eyes of my scars.

I keep myself apart, so far apart
So I will not be tempted to feel
The tears of your wounded soul
The shame of your broken will.

raw || truth
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Past Memories:

2006-01-13 - Fear In My Skin
2006-01-10 - The Moon - Our Silent Audience
2005-12-14 - Promise
2005-12-11 - Pure Bliss
2005-08-31 - In This Grave