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This poem is untitled, but I call it my “writers block poem”
Because its what crawled out after a years worth of nothing:

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1.  Unblock.

You find yourself in the oddest of places.
I feel like if I could just concentrate myself. Heal these fractures. To bring every aspect of myself to one place. I could do great things. I could conquer; but there’s just too many pieces; just don’t see eye-to-eye. I was born to do great things; but death is such a pretty legacy.
I’ll go down with my head held high, as I gag around your prominent ignorance, I’ll keep my eyes open to the freedom, as the tears start to fall and join your salty beards, I’ll stare into your demeanor. As you cum into me, I won’t fault. I know you’re in the wrong. We know you crossed the line I won’t belittle this as the sweet sweet damsel. My hand’s not shaking, my throat isn’t tying in knots. I was already on my knees, that’s why I haven’t yet stood…

You’ve not conquered me. That was my job. i was born to do great things; this won’t be my legacy. This is only a pause, gap, a fracture. Another piece I can pick up on another day. ...I can taste it on my tongue.

Comments:

1 Terri | on 09 October 2009

Have not heard anything like this before, it is very well written smile well done

2 Natalie Esther | on 09 October 2009

thankyou, its always lovely to hear when someone appreciates your work (:

3 Isaacbarnard | on 12 October 2009

Hmmm…. it is wonderful smile made me think but also laugh

4 louisfair86 | on 01 November 2009

What is it about?

5 Natalie Esther | on 02 November 2009

Reflection. (:
And over coming what was.

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