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My Fickle Bitch This vocabulary is rampant in my head
with no gravity to let it coalesce;
and letters burn and fall,
leaving indelible streaks on my soul,
but no words form on the page.
Constellations may arise from this chaos,
from some other point of view,
but all I see is the damned dim glow
of infinite sparks.
FIGHT THE BLOCK
okay I have to say this or I won't forgive myself
the poem is good, and I would be more enrgosed in it if I didn't have class soon and am thus emotionally numb
GAH I need to write more...this poem reminds me!
Much Love
Ashley
;-)
Uni will do that to you at times! I was thinking about something else out there & it led here, and while it's not a linear path, I think it touched both. Thank you Dear;-)
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Much Love
Ashley
No Block Possible
Love your I can't write a thing poems, they always say way too much about the truth of writing and the ups and lows, the highs and downs - Loved this one! - Lady A
Thank you, Dear Lady A!
I think I was in the zone on this one, sliding from being pissed & frustrated, to letting the thoughts flow through to my fingers without getting in the way ;-)
But the title sucks, need to revisit that ;-)