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A challenge to face, a demand to command.
To delve deep into the world of art,
And uncover the secrets of the human heart.
Kaye Redfield Jamison, a beacon of light,
Guiding us through the darkness of the night.
Touched With Fire, her book so bold,
A journey into the minds of the creative, we're told.
The struggle between art and mental health,
A battle fought by those of great wealth,
And those who scrape by with nothing but hope,
As they strive to create, to push and to cope.
The madness that fuels the artist's soul,
A double-edged sword, taking its toll.
The highs and lows, the ecstasy and pain,
The beauty that rises from the darkest of stains.
So write my dissertation, with pen in hand,
And explore the depths of this wondrous land.
Of art and madness, of beauty and pain,
And the struggle that drives us all insane.
You Should Post this by entering in the competition
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Life Into Prayer
...with cello strings in nature's woods
in the silence of an unspoken tree
to the edge of forever, I see
drinking deep the inevitable
the aroma of coffee and only me
patience in living in nature free
incorporating life into prayer and myths
listening to windchimes yet unfed
cleaning my soul with cedar and sage
of nature's embryos and tall pines
in the silence of an unspoken tree...
in the silence of an unspoken tree
to the edge of forever, I see
drinking deep the inevitable
the aroma of coffee and only me
patience in living in nature free
incorporating life into prayer and myths
listening to windchimes yet unfed
cleaning my soul with cedar and sage
of nature's embryos and tall pines
in the silence of an unspoken tree...
Written by adagio
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How Do You Say?
My words usually come out wrong
My silence has ruined relationships
It’s much easier to write how I feel
I may act inappropriately
I don’t ever want to embarrass you
Someday I may embarrass you
Sometimes I care too much about what you think
I think too much
I can be too much
My leaving you is always better than you leaving me
Too many people have left
I can leave the house now
I forgot what it feels like to be feminine
Remembering has been very difficult
Sometimes I still feel the need to be validated
I’m still trying to clean up my mess
I used to pick the wrong men
I understand why you left
I’m sorry
Please come back
My silence has ruined relationships
It’s much easier to write how I feel
I may act inappropriately
I don’t ever want to embarrass you
Someday I may embarrass you
Sometimes I care too much about what you think
I think too much
I can be too much
My leaving you is always better than you leaving me
Too many people have left
I can leave the house now
I forgot what it feels like to be feminine
Remembering has been very difficult
Sometimes I still feel the need to be validated
I’m still trying to clean up my mess
I used to pick the wrong men
I understand why you left
I’m sorry
Please come back
Written by Her
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Because life
The world wants to tell you
exactly how to be
what you should think
how you should feel,
it doesn't simply apply to age
by the way
you can teach the old
something new
everyday,
what the world won't tell you
is that your body
will dance to a beat
that belongs
only to you,
it bends and breaks in ways
you will never be able
to encapsulate
into simple
wording
because life,
can turn around
any moment
and say
everything
you grew up
to believe
could possibly
be wrong
because life,
will always say to you
this world is
a dancefloor
waiting for
a new rhythm
a new hymn
a new beat.
Written by neves
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exhale
I count my breaths
and all the exhales without you
each breath gives me another chance to be near you
my soul breathes in deep with hope
I ache in the emptiness
there is a place reserved for you
a place where we come together
then go our separate ways
commingling on the aether
I need you like oxygen
one exhale
.
.
.
two exhale
.
.
.
three exhale
.
.
.
until my heart fails---------------
.
.
.
I will desire you
Written by crimsin
(Unveiling)
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A dream
I once saw A man selling his dream for one dollar. I bought it. The next day the man died.
Written by x_Goodie
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Beautiful
Lying in bed
At the end of the day
Entwined in each other's arms
A connection so powerful
it washes the world away
Traumas forgotten
Years melt from your face
Your mask of pain fades
Peace resides in its place
Happiness
Love
Contentment
Radiates from your soul
Allowed a rare glimpse
The beauty of you
Seldom do I behold
Never forgotten
Purity and peace
Authentic
Forever etched in my soul
an exquisite image of you
At the end of the day
Entwined in each other's arms
A connection so powerful
it washes the world away
Traumas forgotten
Years melt from your face
Your mask of pain fades
Peace resides in its place
Happiness
Love
Contentment
Radiates from your soul
Allowed a rare glimpse
The beauty of you
Seldom do I behold
Never forgotten
Purity and peace
Authentic
Forever etched in my soul
an exquisite image of you
Written by JOY
(Joybell)
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Deep Underground Poetry
Deep Underground, my haven of verse,
A place where my poetic soul can immerse.
Where words flow freely and emotions ignite,
And fellow poets share their inner light.
With every line, I feel more alive,
A community of poets who help me thrive.
A space where creativity knows no end,
And we can all be ourselves, our truest friend.
Deep Underground, I sing your praise,
For being a platform that never betrays.
A place where I can express and create,
And find inspiration, no matter my state.
Thank you, DU, for being my muse,
For letting my thoughts and feelings diffuse.
I'll keep on writing, with passion and might,
And share my poems with all my might.
A place where my poetic soul can immerse.
Where words flow freely and emotions ignite,
And fellow poets share their inner light.
With every line, I feel more alive,
A community of poets who help me thrive.
A space where creativity knows no end,
And we can all be ourselves, our truest friend.
Deep Underground, I sing your praise,
For being a platform that never betrays.
A place where I can express and create,
And find inspiration, no matter my state.
Thank you, DU, for being my muse,
For letting my thoughts and feelings diffuse.
I'll keep on writing, with passion and might,
And share my poems with all my might.
Written by Dre_k47
(DreJames)
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Exitus
A letter to my dearest
Tears combined with ink
Memories which i cheer in
Nightmares in which i sink
An endless fall to bottom
Beyond the tears and soil
Passing sights of sodom
Sanity creaks in need of oil
The time for healing passed
Awoken in a dream
I found myself at last
Without a voice i scream
This poison seems to heal me
My death will give me life
No god succeeds to kneel me
No demon cares to thrive
Closure is upon me
Success is what i bleed
Opened with illicit keys
Farewell for i am freed
Tears combined with ink
Memories which i cheer in
Nightmares in which i sink
An endless fall to bottom
Beyond the tears and soil
Passing sights of sodom
Sanity creaks in need of oil
The time for healing passed
Awoken in a dream
I found myself at last
Without a voice i scream
This poison seems to heal me
My death will give me life
No god succeeds to kneel me
No demon cares to thrive
Closure is upon me
Success is what i bleed
Opened with illicit keys
Farewell for i am freed
Written by Drieks
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