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Write it right out
When I write something I feel strongly about
I get out my pen and write it till it’s right out
On a peice of poster paper write it out
all pretty and nice
Because thats the way I deal with the hard things in my life
These fields of white I’m cultivating with black seeds of words I’ve found .
I use my imagination to grow illusions,
I use Magic and confusion,
happiness, pain, sight, sound and music .
The final thing I do is I loose it ,
insanity becomes my reality,
my beating heart my melody.
I get out my pen and write it till it’s right out
On a peice of poster paper write it out
all pretty and nice
Because thats the way I deal with the hard things in my life
These fields of white I’m cultivating with black seeds of words I’ve found .
I use my imagination to grow illusions,
I use Magic and confusion,
happiness, pain, sight, sound and music .
The final thing I do is I loose it ,
insanity becomes my reality,
my beating heart my melody.
Published 9th Feb 2020
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9th May 2020 4:20pm
Great commentary on the angst of the poet! The battle between the mind and the tip of the pen is endless. Great depiction.
9th May 2020 6:46pm
