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Severed by Feelings
These moods are the worse,
You know?
The kind which make it--
Impossible,
To write, but knowing;
Without those words
You may not,
Survive.
The mood taking your voice,
Away.. to be
Released in exchange for
Confetti filled, poetry.
The heartbreak of knowing
You can’t make that
Trade.
My mood has severed my
Mouth and my ink,
That’s the kind of mood;
I’m in.
You know?
The kind which make it--
Impossible,
To write, but knowing;
Without those words
You may not,
Survive.
The mood taking your voice,
Away.. to be
Released in exchange for
Confetti filled, poetry.
The heartbreak of knowing
You can’t make that
Trade.
My mood has severed my
Mouth and my ink,
That’s the kind of mood;
I’m in.
Published 24th Mar 2013
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24th Mar 2013 10:04am
Completely understand this poem,
My mood has severed my
Mouth and my ink,
That’s the kind of mood;
I’m in.
I swing in and out of it at various
intervals during days/months/years,
very well written.
My mood has severed my
Mouth and my ink,
That’s the kind of mood;
I’m in.
I swing in and out of it at various
intervals during days/months/years,
very well written.
24th Mar 2013 1:20pm
I am glad to see you wrote any way. I really like poems were our rawness shows, thanks for pushong enough to write this.
Anonymous
25th Mar 2013 1:00pm
Great piece there, WJ! I like the frantic feel and chopped up style, like a labyrinth through chaos!
