Where sound is taboo the pen will reign
supreme, and you will drown in ink where water rarely falls to earth.
A wordless scream
potent in its own way, but yet as harmful as a paper cut/ Look away wary viewer,
for looking in between these lines is a tricky business/ Thoughts
trapped in this growing cage of gilded words/
Resentment grows behind even figurative bars of metaphors and pretty language.
these words are my release
but some things are better
left alone. even now things are
stirring in their dens of thought
wakened with these trifling ideas of
insentient voices. let sleeping dogs
lie, people are prone to say, as they do,
so goodnight, wary reader, goodnight.
If Im to live while unawake, I wish these words to heart you take,
And if Im to die before I wake, to flame I wish these words you take.
















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This is amazing.
Something like this is what I want to end up with every time I write.
It flows wonderfully throughout and I love the rhyme in the last 2 lines. Try as I may, I cannot find a single negative thing.
In all seriousness; you get better every time you write. You poet, you!
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it's awesome
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