E-M-P-T-Y
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My attempt at pretending I still know how to write
E-M-P-T-Y
This brain has sat idle for far to long fingers crack and ache with each keystroke I've marked the years since you faded E-M-P-T-Y E-motional M-eandering P-ragmatic T-earless Y-our's Words to often hollow shall have meaning again with luck depth will be found maybe even one day I'll awake to find I have become a man Because My darling Muse your hearth is the one of which Ive dreamed So we start again begging for truths we've never known we start again This heart has been numb for far to long it strains with each beat and remembers to feel at the thought of you I've marked the years since you faded W-A-S-T-E-D W-aning A-ppathetic S-tagnant T-iresome E-rrant D-ilapidated So I'll start again my darling Muse begging for you who I've never known I'll start again |
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| The muse is: * a twitching synaptic shift * how poets feign madness * someone to blame for poor writing * an excellent reason for sensory gluttony * a mood swing as subtle as a wrecking ball * none of the above * some of the above * all of the above * irrelevant | Posted on 2010-12-16 00:00:00 | by rws | [ Reply to This ] | I've read so many poems about muses . How they inspire , how we miss them when there gone . They raise us to new heights , and make the words flow . I don't get it . When I write my inspiration comes from within . I write about things that matter to me , and out come the words . Is your muse an outside force ? Do you have to wait for it to come , or can you cause this . Do you consider it to be more literate than you , or does it simply set your literacy free . I realize these questions have little to do with your piece , but I'm truly curious . Perhaps you could explain this phenomenon to me , or at least give me some insight . | Bruce | Posted on 2010-12-16 00:00:00 | by monad | [ Reply to This ] | |
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