Poems About Life As A Writer Seeking Friendly Advice
#LifeAsAWriter
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#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
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Embracing The Geometry Of Two Hungry Circles Awaiting Destiny’s Ecstatic Caress
1.
Flickering orbs of light
daintily pirouette
carving deep wells of horizontal thought
into the distant cave walls.
Gyration
by gyration
birth dancing shadows
emerge from the unpainted
anthropological canvass
of her moon waltzing heart.
2.
She feeds
on the blood
of a holographic universe
a vampiress
of the verse
her quill composed
of hushed owl wings
a squadron of angry whispers
poised on the galaxy's edge
sipping deeply
from inky black...
Flickering orbs of light
daintily pirouette
carving deep wells of horizontal thought
into the distant cave walls.
Gyration
by gyration
birth dancing shadows
emerge from the unpainted
anthropological canvass
of her moon waltzing heart.
2.
She feeds
on the blood
of a holographic universe
a vampiress
of the verse
her quill composed
of hushed owl wings
a squadron of angry whispers
poised on the galaxy's edge
sipping deeply
from inky black...
#love
#wife
#inspirational
#universe
#LifeAsAWriter
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Lovesong For The Sick And Disturbed
hearts dangled over
the abyss
perishing flames
of disconnection
ripened
in a primate's reticent eyes
hungry ticks
of the clock
stalking shadow
length of day
creeping across the blooming flowers
which lean so desperately toward the striking sun
yet
for all the scintillation
reality is bound up
in ravenous restraints
binding all those
that traipse upon this planet
of rock and water
I
the outcast
am
unshackled ...
the abyss
perishing flames
of disconnection
ripened
in a primate's reticent eyes
hungry ticks
of the clock
stalking shadow
length of day
creeping across the blooming flowers
which lean so desperately toward the striking sun
yet
for all the scintillation
reality is bound up
in ravenous restraints
binding all those
that traipse upon this planet
of rock and water
I
the outcast
am
unshackled ...
#love
#loneliness
#universe
#LifeAsAWriter
#MentalHealth
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Dawn, Forced Into The Shaped Of Words
1.
sunlight,
strong and heartening,
an expansive rinsing of the soul
that hangs delicately like a single,
thoughtful teardrop
so full
with meaning
and wonder
we are hungry flowers,
absorbing protective energy
as entropy lengthens our shadows,
stalking the hot star cauldron above,
a constant quiet companion
gifting us with the terrifying complexity
of sentience
that ache of love and longing,
that kaleidoscopic fever dream
where we wander long halls filled with resplendent...
sunlight,
strong and heartening,
an expansive rinsing of the soul
that hangs delicately like a single,
thoughtful teardrop
so full
with meaning
and wonder
we are hungry flowers,
absorbing protective energy
as entropy lengthens our shadows,
stalking the hot star cauldron above,
a constant quiet companion
gifting us with the terrifying complexity
of sentience
that ache of love and longing,
that kaleidoscopic fever dream
where we wander long halls filled with resplendent...
#love
#LifeStruggles
#sun
#universe
#LifeAsAWriter
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Freestyle Poem, to Agonoize – Open The Gate
Infinite energy
unbounded
spirit of chaos
gnawing on charred
bones
Dynamite eyes
bleed into the endless horizon
thunderstrike oblivion
cut me open
into human pieces
rainbowed arcs
lancing across a trillion
alien skies
joy magnified
dancing like fireflies
in the darkness
no fear
no...
unbounded
spirit of chaos
gnawing on charred
bones
Dynamite eyes
bleed into the endless horizon
thunderstrike oblivion
cut me open
into human pieces
rainbowed arcs
lancing across a trillion
alien skies
joy magnified
dancing like fireflies
in the darkness
no fear
no...
#universe
#LifeAsAWriter
#humankind #StreamOfConsciousness
#humankind #StreamOfConsciousness
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I AM Jemia
I AM Jemia
i am a poet
who happens to of had a certain op
not a trans poet
i am now my correct gender
therefore
i am a woman
when i introduce myself
i mention no gender
i am simply Jemia
i am a poet
occasional comedienne
and sometimes both
by Jemia
i am a poet
who happens to of had a certain op
not a trans poet
i am now my correct gender
therefore
i am a woman
when i introduce myself
i mention no gender
i am simply Jemia
i am a poet
occasional comedienne
and sometimes both
by Jemia
#LifeAsAWriter
#SelfReflection
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Birth of the Poet
When I was born, I faced my demons,
And the lives they cared to be.
From their sight, so filled with blindness,
My own eyes stared at me.
This new moon has made me so blind.
There is a flame I cannot see.
And this flame I only borrow
As it roars through the trees.
All I have is your beauty,
And the souls that we could be.
But I’m here to say I’m sorry
If you ever cried for me.
There was a smear on the threshold:
A pain that ended endlessly
Into another untold story:
The youth of what is yet to be. ...
And the lives they cared to be.
From their sight, so filled with blindness,
My own eyes stared at me.
This new moon has made me so blind.
There is a flame I cannot see.
And this flame I only borrow
As it roars through the trees.
All I have is your beauty,
And the souls that we could be.
But I’m here to say I’m sorry
If you ever cried for me.
There was a smear on the threshold:
A pain that ended endlessly
Into another untold story:
The youth of what is yet to be. ...
#love
#evil
#LifeAsAWriter
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25000 Light Years From The Galactic Center, Something Stirs In The Darkness
verticality
of towering evergreens
cradled inside
a teardrop
this is what my eyes
endure
pulling the half moon
closer
fingers digging
out ancient caverns
patient eons
punctuated by meteors
damage inflicted
explosive emptiness
oddly recomposing
with infinite spidery quantum worldlines
billions of eyes
absorbing pale reflections
of the sun
each mind a single silken vector
sipping from the devouring lava
of present...
of towering evergreens
cradled inside
a teardrop
this is what my eyes
endure
pulling the half moon
closer
fingers digging
out ancient caverns
patient eons
punctuated by meteors
damage inflicted
explosive emptiness
oddly recomposing
with infinite spidery quantum worldlines
billions of eyes
absorbing pale reflections
of the sun
each mind a single silken vector
sipping from the devouring lava
of present...
#identity
#universe
#LifeAsAWriter #LifeCycle
#LifeAsAWriter #LifeCycle
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Keeping Secrets Is Powerful
I am the type to pick the Rose
With thorns call me a prick
Because I love taking risk
Yeah Yo I'm the shyt go
and tell a friend or too
we don't have the time
Like we used to…..
Born alone die alone
No matter who your manz is
So thin I put the blame on wisdom
I am becoming a tree hair
and skin on fleek all these godly
Spirits locked inside of me..
Messages from the root doctor
I only dive when it's deep
I know I'm a Queen
and my love is King ...
With thorns call me a prick
Because I love taking risk
Yeah Yo I'm the shyt go
and tell a friend or too
we don't have the time
Like we used to…..
Born alone die alone
No matter who your manz is
So thin I put the blame on wisdom
I am becoming a tree hair
and skin on fleek all these godly
Spirits locked inside of me..
Messages from the root doctor
I only dive when it's deep
I know I'm a Queen
and my love is King ...
#secrets
#LifeAsAWriter
#magic
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thoughts about lockdown and the virus (the foreword for the book)
All of us seem so different.
Different lives, different countries, the same planet.
Colour, belief and age see no barriers just now. We are all human beings, susceptible to the Covid-19 strain of Corona Virus.
How has this been for us as different humans? What are our experiences, thoughts and feelings? Will we feel the same as each other and live the same groundhog days – or have we had different journeys?
This time in history is unique. We all initially, thought we were invincible. Until the numbers showed every day just how easily this virus was...
Different lives, different countries, the same planet.
Colour, belief and age see no barriers just now. We are all human beings, susceptible to the Covid-19 strain of Corona Virus.
How has this been for us as different humans? What are our experiences, thoughts and feelings? Will we feel the same as each other and live the same groundhog days – or have we had different journeys?
This time in history is unique. We all initially, thought we were invincible. Until the numbers showed every day just how easily this virus was...
#LifeStruggles
#LifeAsAWriter
#TruthOfLife
#nonfiction
#pandemic
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NEW BOOK
It was the perfect place to commit suicide. Serene. Isolated. But some preparations had to be made. There was the matter of writing The Note. A task made difficult for the young poet who rented the house in the forest. Under the fog of morphine, he struggles to write; and as the morning shifts into early afternoon, strange things occur in his surroundings. Though frightened, he still wants to kill himself with the remaining pills. But as he struggles to put his final thoughts on paper, certain forces within the house seem to have their own grim agenda. From the author of An Ibis and the Sun,...
#suicide
#books
#scary
#prose
#LifeAsAWriter
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Knock Knock
Hey DUP family, as you all know I am trying to break into making short films. Thus far, I have submitted two on here for your viewing pleasure, there will be more as time allows, however to extend my creativity. I would really like to have a poet/poetess, submit their voice, using the MP3/MP4 format you cam email me, whereas, I can make a great quality move from start to finish; horror, political, love, comedy, erotica, whereas, you can use on your social sites, your website; it will be yours to keep or do as you please, all I ask in return is to give my production company the credits. ...
#inspirational
#ShortStory
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeGoals
#passion
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