Writing

Am very happy

celebrating this day

with you all

especially on cosmo

I...

Sitting here at my table
With my pen, I'm unable
To think of what I want to write
I'm...

I awoke this morning with stars in my eyes.
A bit dazed, but that's no surprise.
I could tell...

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I had some ideas in my head

My thoughts I must commit to...

I kept myself away from you.

Flowers grow from the beds of my nails,

it’s a secret that I...

What drives me to post a poem a day

Little green men dancing the plié?

Or maybe a monster...

My coffee pot's on, my phone is on mute.
What should I write?
Something profound,...or...

WHAT SHOULD I WRITE!

Oops, sorry to shout

It's been happening lately

I'm losing my...

We make mistakes so we erase,

and pencil something in its place.

But the words we say,...

a poet
is one who is

wounded

a wound will
never heal

so
dips...

How bony is a poet's wage in this world of plenty!

Deformation may mark your name beyond your...

aquiline features
dares us to fail everyday
fail once twice better

lines written on reading Stephen Fry’s The Ode Less Travelled

If assonance is asinine
And...

Passion washes my world with color

like the iridescent light raining on the trees

and the...

I love the in betweens’ more than the one's who've learned to grow out. In the little pockets between...

Words are :

The channels of Austere emotions.

The intricate Palette of thoughts.

...

With This Pen In My Hand

Trying To Say, What I Really Feel

Writing These Words, About How I...