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A poem is never finished, only abandoned.  ~Paul Valéry
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

 

If You Only Knew
2003-11-08 - 1:20 p.m.
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Ah, my fickle muse

Where are you here and now?

When I need to write these words

That are inside of me down?

Oh, you fleeting muse

How you taunt me so well

To give me a few days of pleasure

Then send me into hell.

You silly muse of mine

Where can you be

I have searched far and wide

Will you come home to me?

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