The Criticisms

Crash down on me like Thunder

So tired of the Storms

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The veneered contours of it had tamed me, 

Hand going numb, words plodding to alphabets, 

Soon, all that was left were blank pages and ink going dry, 

The relentless thirst to flow was giving away without a sigh.

My hands never trembled as electric as this day, 

My present-ness and mind going down in disdain, 

Inertness taming my ability to begin anew, 

Therapist on the phone ...

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Blind, I grown blind.

No color, no light.

Pain, I felt pain.

No matter, no gain.

Looking through the mirror glass,

things happen afar.

Taking notion of them,

as they were part.

There's no true,

there's no lie,

everything stays shy.

Scream, scream for those who can't.

Deaf, I am deaf.

No sound, no play.

Help, they need help.

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The Garden

The violets speak softly to me,

They whisper to remember who came before,

The tiger-lilies interrogate me,

They say that spring pastures are no more,

The violet flowers inspire me to see my powers pure,

With the gifts that Venus pours my beauty will adorn,

The tiger-lilies scratch and chase me,

They say my will is cracked and torn,

The...

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Splendid Is The Flower

if I make something beautiful

will you gently touch it

with your perspective

or will you taint it

with a vengeful critics tongue

am I qualified

to judge you

either way

if I make something beautiful

will you take the time

to kiss it with your praise

or will you rip it to shreds

with your own experience

are you qual...

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hurry..hurry..

volatile flickering glim--

exposed and expiring

within trenchant

tangling convolutions

murmur..murmur..

fragile faithless prayers--

wrestled and relented

from incoherent

idling dissolutions

stumble..stumble..

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In writing poetry

I am a hack.

But I enjoy

writing so give

me some slack.

With the

comments don't

be mean, or

overly critical.

Please be

correct,

and please

be political.

This poem was not written

about anyone on writeoutloud.net

This is jus...

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