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Mind Of A Poet
A calling to arms but with words do I fight
thoughts doing battle each sleepless night
a blessing to some, but to me just a curse
bleeding my soul in unscripted verse
the muse does her calling
there's no matter of time
to the masses I'm speaking
in free form or rhyme
the letters they drip
from an unstable brain
they may look like happy
but they're purely insane
the twists and the turns,
these wheels always churn
so lend me your lighter
let's watch them burn
thoughts doing battle each sleepless night
a blessing to some, but to me just a curse
bleeding my soul in unscripted verse
the muse does her calling
there's no matter of time
to the masses I'm speaking
in free form or rhyme
the letters they drip
from an unstable brain
they may look like happy
but they're purely insane
the twists and the turns,
these wheels always churn
so lend me your lighter
let's watch them burn
Published 16th Dec 2018
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16th Dec 2018 11:53pm
17th Dec 2018 10:10am
Anonymous
17th Dec 2018 3:34am
Timmy,
You're losing it my friend, but it made for nice writing. I like it.
MZ.
You're losing it my friend, but it made for nice writing. I like it.
MZ.
17th Dec 2018 10:11am
Anonymous
17th Dec 2018 2:54pm
And you lost your shirt! (it's OK, though, happens to me every week when I go to the casino). We'll have to round you up a new one.
KIDDING!
Now, go write some more depressing stuff. Thanks.
MZ.
KIDDING!
Now, go write some more depressing stuff. Thanks.
MZ.
17th Dec 2018 2:55pm
17th Dec 2018 6:03am
Ah Oh, I've yet to see the dark side; everything is always so peachy, pretty and adorned with a bow. Although, the struggle I know well. I'm working on my 3rd sleepless night, music as my friend and 4 different pieces scattering, besides the hundred I have as well. Plus I put up impulsive post earlier and I'm hating it.
17th Dec 2018 10:12am
We tend to think too much and then sleep is out of the question. Thank you Pandora
Anonymous
17th Dec 2018 2:20pm
It's those dang sleepless nights that grip us and the words haunt until we drop them out of our minds. I know the feel of this one all too well. I've seen you on late nights when my own muse is being a crabby ho...
17th Dec 2018 2:24pm
17th Dec 2018 8:03pm
Love how this flows, and rhymes. This comes from the mind of a brilliant poet.
17th Dec 2018 9:39pm
