This is really driving me crazy.......i have my muse, but she gives me too many ideas that i can't even finish one other poem.........I start one and another one gets in my head......and since i can't reallyfinish one, i'm not happy with what i've already got.........so what i'm going to do is ask for help from you the readers, I"m going to put down what i have so far on many different topics and i need you to help me deside which ones to finish.
I'm not sure any of them are any good right now, but if i get feed back, i'll work on the them till they are down, so please tell me what ones are worthy for me to continue on.
So here they are, in no particular order. the dashed lines indicate the begining and end of the particular poems, i've even numbered them to make it easier for you to tell me what poem to do.
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1
My mind is a wash,
the canvas clean.
my first stroke,
i aply my soul.
My muse in sight,
delicately, I trace your form.
i lift my brush, my hand quivers.
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2
I've relapsed into my coma, unwilling
to see myself faulter, witnessing this
would damage my faith even further.
I need to numb myself, my mind will not
rationalize the pain within this ragged
form i've become. Only a sigh escapes my lips.
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3
I've been so lonely, i've been disowned once again
i breath a sigh, and go back inside myself.
I'm so scared of how i've become, and i can't live or die.
The begining was a fright, the climax a wonderous delight,
but then i fell into you, I lost all of who i once was.
I've had no chance to empty my soul, and yet i
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4
When can I begin, or should I even ask?
Can I have my way, or should I just obey?
Should i flee you, or can i trust your eyes?
If I turn my back will i live another day?
I'm afraid I can't help myself anymore.
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5
Did you say yes, did you say no
I could have read you, if you didn't tear out your pages
should i fear you, should i love you
would you be youself, will i be myself
is there a chance in lossing us in each other
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6
When i was young, i remember saying
"i'd like to be a junkie when i grow up."
now that i'm grown, i'd like to forget my
childish sarcasms, and find my fix one last time.
I'm not like a junkie, but i need my fix.
Dope does nothing for me now,
alcohal bitter, leaving me empty
I'm not like a junkie, but i need my fix.
I need you to be my fix. If not one last time.
I'm finding nothing in my same ol' same ol',
i'm lossing everything to my daily grind
what exactly is there to find, nothing,
i've become blind. As i remind myself
of what i've already seen, but can't recall a thing.
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7
Will i ever make it back.....
I've gone for now, leaving my heart detached
it seems useless without you with me, but what do i know
I haven't seen you enuff to remember much,
but then again, i remember our end all too well.
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8
Can i doctrine you my spirtitual love?
can i confess my hearts desires and not me shunned?
can i be carnal with you beside me and not worry about the consiquences
or should i be coy, hiding my lust for something more?
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9
Bring it down on me,
make it hurt, one last time.
The pain brings back the memories,
this only fills my being with empty hopes.
It's sad that i thrive
when you drive me to the brink
but who else can give me that
with the crack of a whip?
Can i trust in you, to hurt me?
giving all to me, just, and take it all away?
show me who you are and deny me all the same.
With out you, i can not kill away my heart.
Thrust into me, right through my flesh,
pulling back and forth, i need this, my love.
I need you to bind my body and soul,
peircing me, as often as you can.
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10
My breath catches, the air rancid with your absence.
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11
Why is it that blind men always paint the most colorful clowns?
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12
Removing my eyes can only better my chances to escape your view.
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13
I fade back into the shadows,
i'm looking at you, but you can't see
i'm longing for you, but you're coy with me
there should be more to me, but i'm only half a man,
my experiences stealing from me whenever they can.
