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    dots Submission Name: Reliancedots

    Author: saartha
    ASL Info:    27/F/US
    Elite Ratio:    4.01 - 230/393/145
    Words: 60
    Class/Type: Poetry/Misc
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       Trying to work through writer's block. It's not going well.

    Make the font bigger!! Double Spacing Back to recent posts.


    I am burrowing past the bits of spine
    and fleshy lung to bore a hole
    into the core of my limping heart,
    where I will huddle around muted limbs
    and say,

    Hello, heart. Haven’t seen you
    since you were tiny and hadn’t learned yet
    to beat on your own.

    …I guess not much has changed, has it?

    Submitted on 2008-01-10 20:51:29     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      "…I guess not much has changed, has it?"

    Ah, the heart. It is not only life but also our centre of being. It guides our thoughts and actions.

    Jeremiah 17:9
    "“The heart is more treacherous than anything else and is desperate. Who can know it?"

    This little poem felt both cozy and forlorn. You dug down into your heart and "huddled around muted limbs", having a...hehe...heart-to-heart with your heart. That was the cozy part. But it also felt forlorn because your heart was still small, still tiny, for you said "I guess not much has changed, has it?"

    I like this piece, saartha. Even in writer's block you amaze me.

    Keep up the fight.

    | Posted on 2008-01-15 00:00:00 | by AsiaticFox | [ Reply to This ]
      there is something bigger lurking in this little burst of inspiration.
    kinda feels like this was hurled at the paper with all the force of a sledgehammer. not in a bad way, in a creative way. which is good, right?
    this is how a lot of the things i write start out, so i feel i can relate a bit. raw ideas and collected words and/or phrases suddenly spilling out. i think this phenomonon is something only a true passion for the written word could make happen. desire to express.
    anyway, i'm telling ya there is for sure something to these words.
    nice stuff.
    | Posted on 2008-01-10 00:00:00 | by eno1 | [ Reply to This ]
      LOL yeah writers block sucks I'm trying to break through it now but lets get back to your write... I thought it was a great sense of what you wanted to write but it seems that you forced it... Now I'm not trying to be mean but when I finished reading this piece I was reminded of when you're going to start a story and you draw the bubble and start writing ideas off of that... I think you could do a lot better if you just take your time and keep trying...

    | Posted on 2008-01-10 00:00:00 | by Kersofmia | [ Reply to This ]

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