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Grasping by the throat
Bottled up magnificence waiting for a chance to explode on to the scene
untold fears and fantasies begging to be fashioned into expression
to exist in some permeable form to cause or inspire
to disturb or conspire
to cast a shadow that hovers like a long fingered hand grasping at pleasure and grabbing pain
casting doubts only to find hope again
just waiting...
I love it. Turning your
I love it. Turning your turmoils into eloquent and entertaining verse. That's kind of silver lining.
Lol, a moment fof poetic
Lol, a moment fof poetic wimpy ness ;) thanks hugss
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
Loved this short piece,
Loved this short piece, actually kinda reminded me a lot of me trying to tackle down my muse when I find the time to actually sit down and write.
That's pretty much precisely
That's pretty much precisely what it's about! Not having time to sit and write when inspiration hits you like a hurricane... But when you do it just doesn't seem to recapture that lost inspired moment when that glorious idea for the piece to end all pieces arrived and it was so complex you just could not piece it back together again! ;) great to see you back on line ! can't wait to read more from you. I think we're often on a very similar frequency when it comes to looking at the world and the self and how it all fucks up somehow ;) love your work! Hugss
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."