Topic: BE BRAVE *(young poet in the making: Little Warrior) | |
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shapirobo
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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 |
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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" "drawing patterns from words to speak your mind makes kings" "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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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. ... MY FAVORITE LINES |
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