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by Maple Tree   Oct 6, 2012


I scribbled notations
and called them poetry
last night before the bell
struck midnight.

Screaming emotion
spewed across my
tongue, whipping
each stanza with
truth.

It doesn't matter how
much I express, or
the content of which
I convey, for the devil
still holds his grip.

I've become a demonic
possession within my
own mind, the pen
writes on, but I can
never whisper the
reasons for my
chains.

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  • 13 years ago

    by Noha

    Nice one :)

  • 13 years ago

    by Darren

    I know exactly how you feel, sometimes a poem will not leave your head for days, until you relent and write it to give it life. It is like poetry possess' you.

    I love how tight this is, truly great.

  • 13 years ago

    by Dagmar Wilson

    I sure missed reading your poems.
    This in particular touched my heart.
    How important writing can be for the heart
    and soul.

  • 13 years ago

    by gorgeous girl

    Very well penned.

  • 13 years ago

    by MyHalozChokinMe

    I often feel like a mad-scientist when I write and I one hundred percent, without a doubt, absolutely LOVE the very last line:
    "but I can
    never whisper the
    reasons for my
    chains."
    This write gave me a sense of frenzied, passion for writing!

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