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I Worship Your Pen
Opening windows
To the strangely beautiful
Tasting 180 proof shine
With no chase
Running in place with
Ghosts of wildflowers
And riding shooting stars
In the cold winter sky
You flaunt your musings
And shame me into mimicry
A tentative wading
Into the world you paint
Inside my mind
Collective brushes of many
Strokes on my ego
My heart, my soul
I'll die inside
And come back to life
Rising in a cloud
Of ashes kicked into the air
Burn me, brand me
Inspire me
To the strangely beautiful
Tasting 180 proof shine
With no chase
Running in place with
Ghosts of wildflowers
And riding shooting stars
In the cold winter sky
You flaunt your musings
And shame me into mimicry
A tentative wading
Into the world you paint
Inside my mind
Collective brushes of many
Strokes on my ego
My heart, my soul
I'll die inside
And come back to life
Rising in a cloud
Of ashes kicked into the air
Burn me, brand me
Inspire me
Published 22nd Dec 2014
| Edited 19th Feb 2015
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26th Dec 2014 00:52am
this piece is about 99% fine poetics. 'do ya thang' is too colloquial, it doesn't fit the romantic quality of your poem.
I hope you'll consider editing...
I hope you'll consider editing...
26th Dec 2014 7:19am
Yea... I meant to change that but I got caught up in my day
Thanks for your feedback!:)
Thanks for your feedback!:)
26th Dec 2014 7:32am
