A poets job
Is to scratch at the truth
Until it bleeds freely
A neurosis
Of picking at a thing
Trying to untangle it’s beauty
Without leaving a scar
#poetry
Is to scratch at the truth
Until it bleeds freely
A neurosis
Of picking at a thing
Trying to untangle it’s beauty
Without leaving a scar
#poetry
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The next day at least half the class was gone, and she said now we can get down to poetry.
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did anyone
check the
Ditches?
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you!
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Pen slithers snakely
through the grass hissing,
hissing lies to rows of pens.
so* there's
nuthin'
To it
*other Than
the Timing
Is that it always leaves a scar
But trying to evade that injury
Only leads to agony
Cleansed, reduced to water
Though I do not
Know myself as such
I can feel the running branching race, finding cracks
I used to fear but fall through
now now now pulled by
the magnet of purpose
How sublime.
Fear regulated through poetry
becomes energy to overcome the frozen
inviting others to join the movement
over the narrow bridge of life.
bobrenard
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we're gonna
Need aLotta
Warriors.
You seem to have a serious case of correctile dysfunction.
Poetry's
Sworn
Ene-
my
sist
"Pickin' at that scab."...
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