My New Poems

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Gone is Inspiration
A thought!
A blurry thought in my head
and my pen is full of ink
I am dry,
I am sore
I can't channel my soul
before the words of my heart
would seep right through my
fingers
and possess my pen
but now I am blank
I am dry,
I am empty again
I hate the times when
my mind is still
and still I cannot channel
the artistry in me
the flame of inspiration
has died out
I am cold
I am stuck
my brain is paused
why is this so?
Pages beg
to be written on
keys plead for me to type
stories linger within
waiting for me
to give them life
but i cannot
I am frozen
and so are my words
so is the rhythm
the rhyme
the floetry
of my poetry
has flown off into
the sky
and with the birds
go my words
And I am here,
I am dry
Gone is inspiration

I spit Fire
I'm starting to think that I spit fire
when i speak they all disperse
Like my words burn
Like my words hurt

I'm starting to think that I spit fire
That I fail to hear and see
The heartbreaking monster
My words make me

I'm starting to think that I spit fire
I make more enemies than I do
friends
My words break they never
mend

I'm starting to think that I spit fire
I don't mean to harm, to bruise
I just am not conscious
of the words I use
and unconsciously my words
are like a flaming fuse

I'm starting to think that I spit fire
That I ignite a burning flame
That turns hearts to ash
That makes coal of feelings

I'm starting to think that I spit fire
I do not censor, I don't observe
I do not know to sweeten words
Why beat around bushes
when I can simply burn them?

I'm starting to think that I spit fire
That my honesty makes a demon of
me
That my candour needs a disguise
That people won't choose the truth
Over lies


Fear from the cocoon

You're afraid of everything
Cocooned in fear you hide
You hide from ever hurting
In your home-made cave
You hide from loving
You hide from hate
and settle for never knowing

You're so frightened by risk
The risk of falling
As you fly to bliss
and so you close yourself
in
and settle for never knowing

You're afraid of ever dreaming,
ever running after
what you believe in
so you engulf yourself in fear
and settle for never knowing

You're scared of falling in love
in case the plummet leaves you
sore
in case there's no one to cushion
your fall
and so you settle for never knowing

You're afraid of promises,
mistakes and taking
chances
You're terrified of
wishing, of risking
and so you hide away
and settle for never knowing

You're horrified of letting
people in
frightened that they might
see your soul
and tear apart your heart
so you settle for never knowing
never knowing what that's
like

You're convinced that
you are safest in your
fake cocoon
but even the stubbornest
of spring flowers
shall one day bloom
and seeping out is
a butterfly
leaving her cocoon
know what life is,
never settle, never assume.

What I Am
I am she,
The girl who chases after
her dreams
and leaves doubt in the
dust
The one who knows
true love and never
settles for lust

I am her,
who is strong and knows
her flaws cannot hold her
back
I conquer
I prey,
I attack!

I am she,
The woman who knows
her self
who loves her own
possessions
and envies no one
else

I am her,
who knows her own
worth,
who doesn't take what
I am I given
but takes what I
deserve

I am she,
who uses what her mother
gave her,
the head upon her
shoulders,
and knows that the key
to happiness
is the usage of
my mind

I am her,
who doesn't let anyone
step over me
or pull me down
once I've set my sights
on Heaven
I won't settle for the ground

I am she,
who knows no limits
no boundaries
no bars
for the is nothing
I cannot do
I am the perseverance's
proof

I am her,
who stands up for
my friends,
who protects the ones
I love,
I am more
as well as all the above

I am woman,
I am hope
I am the future
I am the torch-bearer
I am the guide
I am she
I am her
I am I.




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Wow this is a great collection of poems. I love them all but I Spit Fire and What I am are my favourites. I absolutely love that line;
Why beat around bushes
when I can simply burn them?

That is an awesome line.
Keep writing, I love what you can do with words =]

Marrzi




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Hey there,
Thank you very much. These were all written in one day. I was high on inspiration!! Thank you, I will totally continue.
much love, Upile.




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I love your poems, but Is "artistry" a word. You used it in your first poem.




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helloo
I'm here to review your three first poems : gone is inspiration, I spit fire, fear from the cocoon.
So I'll first start of with:
Gone is inpiration
I think a lot of writers can relate to this. It's a good write. You've captured that feeling of writers block very well in this.
A little thing that caught my eyes:
stories linger within
waiting for me
to give them life
but i cannot 'i' should be 'I'
I am frozen
and so are my words


I spit fire
I like this! It's always best to tell the truth even if people get offended by that. And it's true that you don't really make friends with telling the truth.
One little thing:
I'm starting to think that I spit fire
when i speak they all disperse 'i' should be 'I'
Like my words burn
Like my words hurt


I'm starting to think that I spit fire
I don't mean to harm, to bruise
I just am not conscious I think it would sound better if you change this into: I'm just not conscious
of the words I use
and unconsciously my words
are like a flaming fuse


Fear from the cocoon
I love this! A lot of people are afraid for the things you described in your poem. And I'm one of them :D
I love the idea of the cocoon!
This is my favorite part:
You're horrified of letting
people in
frightened that they might
see your soul
and tear apart your heart
so you settle for never knowing
never knowing what that's
like


I enjoyed reading these poems!
Nice work! :)
-qaralynn-
"If they can't be with you at your worst, then they don't deserve to be with you at your best."
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