Poem -

The scare crow

The scare crow at night..
comes only in spite,
of ones conscious,insight.

Like I had it,
and lost it.
before it was 
Ever a thing.

I thought I was out,
But I was in,
Some daze.

Not awake,
Or asleep 
But just a haze.

I see beautiful things
in this maze.
But I snap out of it 
And then the words are gone  

Just.. not ..there to say.....

 

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sparrowsong

Hello Edward...

Oh to make a scare crow walk...

One two Freddy's coming for you, three four better lock your door, five six grab your crucifix...

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Great write!

Thank you for sharing...

Hugs...

sparrowsong

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author
Edward Williams

Lol your coments are out of this world sparow love it ... do you get that ?? like your almost asleep then you think of that perfect line or word  that you have been searching for. but it just disappeared that quick? 

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author
sparrowsong

It can do that when I'm awake...

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Hugs again...

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author
Edward Williams

Ya me to but it’s an Erie kind of vibe in the night when your tryin to sleep not even tryin to wright,.. it’s like the devil tempting you to get up and write but then it’s just blank lol

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author
sparrowsong

Brain Sucker!

What's it doing?

Starving!!

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Hugs again, again...

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author
Ella

WOW!! I totally see what you mean! amazing poem by the way!

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author
Edward Williams

Lol thanks I had totally forgot about this until I read yours then I was like ... oh ya she got the scare crow syndrome?

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