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Writing Damage


I have been writing myself down from dusk to dawn.

I have revealed a million pens clear of ink.

I keep writing to beautify the world and make words beam.

Only each time I scribble, the drops of imagination have darkened.

Like my fingers are wrapped in rings of shadows.

I cannot write a single poem for you today.

It seems that these pens are damaged.

Or is it possibly the ghosts in my room?

None of my words have been close to that of sunlight.

I cannot pull a sphere of hope from the island of daydreams.

For all my islands have been overcome with crows.

I am seeking a path from the cemetery, but I am writing damage.


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16 replies »

  1. Poetry Is Medicine
    All Natural To Add

    Colors BacK Now
    To Soul Creating
    Words Connecting
    EmotionS HeART
    Grows SPiRiT

    Speaks

    Poetry

    Dances
    And Sings Again

    As the Pen Becomes
    Legs And Finger Tips
    to See HeART Beats SMiLe..:)

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Smiles Some Folks
    Are Pancreas Short
    Of Sugar i Am

    A Liver

    Hehe And

    i Borrowed

    That Idea

    From The

    Movie “Love
    Story” A Song

    i Used
    To Play
    On The Piano
    At 12… i Also
    Played The Folio
    And Song “Jesus
    Christ Superstar”
    By Andrew Lloyd
    Webber And Timothy Rice…

    It Was All

    So Inspiring

    So Human

    And Real Then
    Having Asperger’s
    Syndrome Undiagnosed
    Of Course So Uncomfortable

    In My

    Own

    Skin

    i Fully
    Understood
    What It Meant
    To Be Outcast

    Yet

    Still

    Filled With
    SMiles Of
    Love i Played
    That “Jesus Christ
    Super Star” Song

    In A Talent
    Show At
    Middle

    School

    5 Foot 10 At
    120 Pounds
    At 13 Yet at

    Least Folks Quit
    Making Fun of
    Me Yes The First
    Baptist Kids For
    Smiling too Much
    Calling me An Ugly Girl
    Even As A Boy True
    i Am The 60 Year
    Old Dude in the
    Gravatar Now
    i Leg Press up
    To 1520 Pounds
    At 244 Pounds
    Dance In Public
    14,493 Miles A
    Mix Of Free Ballet
    And Martial Arts

    Dance

    And Even
    Though Almost
    Everyone Here’s

    Hero Is Still
    Donald J
    Insurrection
    Inciting Trump

    They Don’t

    Even

    Get Close
    Enough To
    My BAtman
    COVID-19 Masked
    Dance As They Are
    Still Too Dam

    Wimpy

    To
    Lift A
    Cross
    As Small
    As A Cotton
    Batman Mask

    To Save The
    Sanctity of

    Breathing

    Life Anyway

    Back To The

    Talent Show i Was
    So Spirit Filled i Could
    Hardly Walk Straight
    And Even When i
    Thought i Was
    Walking
    Normal
    They Made
    Fun of Me

    Saying

    i Have

    Bird

    Legs

    So Yes They
    All Erupted
    In Laughter
    At Me At The

    End

    Of The

    Song Labeling
    The Picture of The
    Elder Lunch Lady
    In The School

    Year

    Book

    Signing
    My Name
    To Her Clown
    Mask She Wore
    Celebrating Halloween

    At School You Know
    What It Doesn’t

    Matter

    How Many
    Times they

    Ever

    Make
    Fun Of
    Me Playing

    That SonG
    As Now i
    Don’t

    Just

    Have

    Bird Legs
    When i Dance
    And Sing My Soul

    i Am

    Wings

    Walking

    On Water

    Is For Wimps

    And Old Stories

    Flying on Land is

    Where i Am Now With

    SMiles☺️

    Still

    Like The

    Other

    Song

    Just

    Saw

    Where

    Folks

    Couldn’t

    Hear It

    So i Write

    In 90 Months
    Now With The
    Public Dance

    A 9 MiLLioN Word
    Long Form Soul
    Poem too Big

    To

    See

    Some

    Things
    For Some
    Folks Seem
    to Stay “The Same”🏝

    i Am Different😊💫

    i Am Love i Love It
    All DarK Thru LiGHT
    Even The Hometown

    Christian

    Bullies

    Who

    Wear “The Same Clothes”

    True i Dance Naked Too

    With no Shame

    Same

    Thing

    Suggested

    In ‘Their Other’

    Hero’s Gnostic

    Gospel Of Thomas
    Verse 37 The Part
    “They” Still “Command”

    Too Is “Lying”

    “Fake News”

    Censored

    Out of

    “Their Book”

    Nope i’m
    Still Born

    Without
    A “Mask”

    Eternally Now

    A Naked Loving

    Dance i Am Enough Now🏝

    -Mystory 😊

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  3. Very lovely. Thank you for sharing. Keep on dancing, sweetheart. You are an inspiration and not giving up and always remembering who you are is creating a path. Very wonderful. Keep that brilliant head of yours up.

    Liked by 1 person

  4. You made me smile. Thank you so, so much. Your support and feedback is something I look forward to and I really appreciate it all. Thanks again, Jojo. I don’t plan on ever ending the inspiration and I do hope that you don’t either.

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