Topic: BE BRAVE *(young poet in the making: Little Warrior)
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Tue 12/25/12 04:59 AM
Edited by shapirobo on Tue 12/25/12 05:00 AM
inspired by young poet in the making: Little Warrior

BY Xotic_Blue_Eyes

& a favorite Hemingway quote..
..."There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed."...

Thanks to Leigh2154

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Emotion doesn't know kids from the aged
pain hurts, love's warm, happiness' more than a pretty smile
a game of words for comedians and loons alike
emotions in words, proud to have known you poetic friend
the strongest of us are kings walking on a common mans path
words, simply letters combined through a fools eyes
drawing patterns from words to speak your mind makes kings
lets slay beasts and bleed their hearts out
we are not gun carrying soldiers, pen & paper will suffice

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Tue 12/25/12 06:06 AM

inspired by young poet in the making: Little Warrior

BY Xotic_Blue_Eyes

& a favorite Hemingway quote..
..."There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed."...

Thanks to Leigh2154

...

Emotion doesn't know kids from the aged
pain hurts, love's warm, happiness' more than a pretty smile
a game of words for comedians and loons alike
emotions in words, proud to have known you poetic friend
the strongest of us are kings walking on a common mans path
words, simply letters combined through a fools eyes
drawing patterns from words to speak your mind makes kings
lets slay beasts and bleed their hearts out
we are not gun carrying soldiers, pen & paper will suffice


"words, simply letters combined through a fools eyes" :heart:

"drawing patterns from words to speak your mind makes kings":heart:


"Butterflies"

They come like the seasons and spill not only relief
but love, hate, joy, the tears I weep.

I cannot stop the flow, mixed with a red
no tourniquet will hold, clot not till I have fed

my need to expunge all I never said to those,
who like greedy vultures, picked flesh from bone!

No longer can I question, forced, I go with it,
days, sometimes weeks, waking at night to pen

all that I would not say for fear of what I know not,
just my pounding heart and the butterflies like knots.

With each word I write, they light on the smallest leaf
spreading their wings, exposing beneath

their wondrous beauty the opposite, creatures of night,
ugly, worn, my fleeting glimpse of life takes flight!

© 2006








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Tue 12/25/12 06:21 AM
many can write but few can WRITE...
...waking at night to pen
all that I would not say for fear of what I know not,
just my pounding heart and the butterflies like knots.
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