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Spring Has ArrivedThe way he smiles, it's
So bright and dazzling that my
Cold icy diamond heart begins
Thawing, faintly beating like
Fingers tap dancing on a surface.
God help me, I'm starting to...
Treading WaterI'm trapped, drowning in
A sea of information that I
Cannot comprehend just yet.
The rocks are slippery to
Grasp tightly; each time I
Flail out an arm, a cry leaves
My mouth as I'm tossed aside.
What am I to do? Any minute now
The invisible force will crush
Down with relentless force; I shall
Die with a blue icy face - suffocation
Is one of the worst ways to
Perish, especially when I'm
Learning how to tread water...
Creative IntercourseI wish to be one of the greatest;
Always have believed I could achieve
Conception; many nights I find myself
Gazing up at the moon, praying to some
Creative God to lend me some strength.
I allow my mind to rest before
Copulation - the blessed union of
Inspiration and ideas hold true
To every budding writer everywhere;
Weave the magic, let it flow naturally.
The inevitable dance, although not easy
At first, will begin with a first step.
Yang, the fierce male spirit, does
Everything in his power to claim Yang,
Cajoling to mould her gentle softness.
Once their mating spawns tiny seeds,
They feed me such incredible power.
Energy surges through my brain, combined
With an unstoppable impulse to grab
A trusty pen and start writing away.
Cracks On The WallI bounce my ball
Against the wall; the way
It smacks the surface is
Just another reminder that
The clogs in my head are
Groaning when they turn.
Lord knows that I'm trying
So hard to keep this up;
Any time now cracks will
Start to show, each one marks
The shedding of an idea...
But I wonder how much longer?
Realm Of SpeechI can't command my words,
They are not mine to control.
I say them, but sometimes they
Merely are of unknown origin.
If I wish to be truthful, I
Shall fall upon my knees, not
Caring of who I've wronged;
Oaths of loyalty I do proclaim.
If an attractive man catches my
Lustful gaze, I will set his skin
Alight with seductive murmurs,
Explicit in my suggestions and deeds.
I'm not a mistress of words, far
From it, and yet my understanding
Widens like a gap in a wall; some
Situations call for vocalisation.
Hunger For ReadingWould it come as a surprise
That I devour books easily like
The chocolate you find so damn
Irresistible? Fresh taste is
All I ever asked for, all I
Ever wanted - I'm an eager
Connoisseur in the making.
I browse with hungry eyes;
It's like I'm at an all you
Can buffet, unsure of what
To get - my expectations so
High that I can rival anyone.
Maybe my thirst is not easy,
Perhaps it's so unquenchable
That it cannot be satisfied.
Daily RountineIt feels like a slap to
My face now that I've been a
Participant in this game for
One week and a mere two days.
Although it strikes me off-guard
Just a little, there is no sting
Behind the blow that's been dealt
To me; all I feel is giddiness.
I write, I read, I watch -
Everyday this same old routine's
Put on rinse and repeat, and it
Guards my sanity at all times.
To live without these concepts
That shape my path, my azure eyes
Brimming with passion would
Surely fade into surly grey.
Personal DilemmaReality is a strict mistress,
Something that snares me by
The throat with its nimble claws;
I have to attend to her needs,
If I dare turn my back, then with
A click of her fingers the ground
Shall heave and pulsate in tension.
For the past week or so, it
Seems I've been indulging in such
Selfish needs, unaware of those
Who beckon me forth for reasons.
I try to cater to their needs, but
Finding a balance, one that is
Perfect and able, is simply hard.
Each time I visit I feel the weight
Of messages bearing down on me, a
Topple is all it takes to realise
My situation; I'm drowning in a sea
Of notes and comments, everywhere I
Look is rising mountains to the sky.
By the minute I endlessly slip under.
How on earth am I able to reach
Solid ground? A conflict wars on
Within me - my loyalty ,as fierce as
It is, entices me to seek self
Discovery, whereas my heart pleads
To reach out, to be more active.
How can I initiate a compromise?
From A Scorpion To An EagleI never believed in
Transformation of the soul
According to astrology.
I was born under the sign of
Scorpio; the most misunderstood,
Powerful out of the twelve.
For countless times I spat in
Peace's face, going to where
Pain resides with its temptation.
I created wars, I fought so many
Gruelling losing battles, trying
To secure my throne as an avenger.
Silky strands of webs dangling
From my outstretched hands, my
New found bait now strengthened.
Those who fell into my web I
enticed; friendships were forged
While some males become my lovers.
And yet despite my tenderness,
Some strands were becoming fragile
Which in turn becomes poisonous.
I surrendered to throes of strong
Emotions, not knowing those around me
Were pulled into the astral with me.
I have yet to not drink from the
Cup of instinct like a mere scorpion.
To transform into a wise old eagle
And soar into the sky is my desire.
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