Tag: inspiration
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Hurt

#NaPoWriMo Day One Another April, another month long writing challenge courtesy of National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo). Yesterday’s prompt (I am a little late) was to write an instructional poem, or a disinstructional poem. I read disinstruction and thought of rebellion. Of being instructed to do something and not doing it. So this is what…
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Books on Love

It’s easy to find love in a book, Kismet never reads more poetically. It’s true granduer seems veracious. It’s enchantment seems like a gift voluptuously made. Neverendingly baiting my need for escape. “What do you desire?” My pneuma pulls me keenly, pleasures me knavishly. “Yes, yes” it casts a sultry spell. “Yes, yes” it lures…
books, creative writing, escape, fantasy, GloPoWriMo, hobby, imagination, inspiration, love, NaPoWriMo, passion, poem, poems, poetry, reading, seduction, writer -
Ten Diamonds

Ten diamonds on my nightstand, Right beside my phone, A nervous joy inside my heart, A lump inside my throat, Sweet memories like pendants dance and twirl and sing, As I slowly grasp the magnitude of this tiny little ring, He is charm inside a cotton shirt, Desire inside blue eyes, He is the promise…
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Identity Crisis

What makes you you? The things you’ve seen? The lives you’ve touched? The where you’ve been? If you woke without your memories, Tell me, who, then, would you be? Would you still be you? Could you ever know for sure? Or would you relinquish all that came before? Know this: Who you have been is…
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In Her Tears

Yesterday I wrote a poem called “Heartsickness“. During my search for a suitable photo, I found the one featured above. It caught my eye and even though it wasn’t quite right for yesterday’s piece I felt it deserved to be shown off. So I have written a poem which was inspired by, and is dedicated…
art, beauty, fears, heart, heartbreak, hurt, inspiration, letting go, lies, life, love, pain, past, photography, poetry, relationships, sadness -
Black Pixels

Just what will be my legacy? Black pixels on a screen? Will children ever learn of me? Will I shape a young girl’s dream? I myself once had a dream; That long after I am gone, People will be quoting me, My stanzas turned to song. But then I face reality, And from my dream…
