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Restless thoughts, scattered letters
Words, to fill the void
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25 Tuesday Oct 2016
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Restless thoughts, scattered letters
Words, to fill the void
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20 Thursday Oct 2016
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This is the hour that suits me most
The time of night when I play host
To a stubborn muse who refuses to sleep
Who keeps me from my slumber deep
“Write the words”, she screams at me
Buzzing about, like an angry bee
No use arguing with this chick
Her mood swings come on pretty quick
I try to snooze, unsuccessfully
She tugs on my hair, quite like a bully
And then she lightens up her tone
She knows I need to be alone
To write the words that swirl in my head
The ones she whispered before SHE went to bed
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07 Friday Oct 2016
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The hour glass now cracked
His time, at last, has run out
Words unspoken, stacked
Bound between the leather
He’d let no else reveal
Verses he once wrote to her
Feelings kept concealed
Hidden in the pages
His true love for only one
Scratched upon the parchment
Until his day was done
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29 Thursday Sep 2016
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Still I keep writing, yes, I know
Eyes are weary from the day
Closing slowly, all the way
Pencil drops on paper’s lap
Perhaps it’s time to take a nap
No, wait, I simply cannot stop
Words will disappear, then pop
Out of my overloaded mind
Never again will I find
The ones to finish the final verse
Falling asleep is really a curse
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26 Monday Sep 2016
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Left lingering in the dark
Cold and ever wandering
Extinguished, lose their spark
Yet, this fire burns inside me
Chars the paper, where I lay
The words my soul has written
With the flames of yesterday
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