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This is not a draft
I don’t want to mask my poetry
I want you to understand me
Curse your perfect rhythms, rhymes, haikus
Your lyricism, your literary
When I try to adopt it, I turn mute.
Something channels through me
(I’ve never really found the root)
A demanding stream of consciousness
That cannot stop to breathe, let alone
Wait, conceptualise, draft, redraft
I can’t!
...
Monday 7th October 2024 10:25 pm
Haiku's a different format?
Chilled air
Scatters leaves
Winter
A Mime
Make a rhyme
Hear it?
Anger
Consumes me
Inflicts hell
Stormy
Sea of life
God's there
You bring
Out the best
In me
Poems
Come from heart
Speaks soul
Turn eyes
I'm not here
Homeless
Depressed
With Jesus
Find rest
Happy
Loneliness
Sha...
Friday 24th June 2016 2:03 am

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