Young Writers Society

Have been inactive for various reasons, so thought I'd post something I wrote a while back. It's an over-done account of finding the right words for that special occasion. Just added in the two last lines, otherwise I haven't changed it all. It's completely free-verse, so no structure of any kind is intended. Just to clarify.
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My pen scribbles over words fancy and glee,
words devoid of emotion - empty flourishes
for empty subjects, conceived by lost souls.
I'd rather capture the sigh of a grounded swallow,
the soft harmony of an intricate blanket of stars,
or the taste of crimson than bleed my love unto paper.
All these words, words cherished with many meanings,
all of them wrong, all of them falling short, all of them ugly.
Frustration builds up and angry words are traded,
voices raised in emotion echo through the musky halls
of my inner world. My writer's world.

Words rush through processing, never filed though,
landing on a mountain of heartless ideas
in a room of Cimmerian origins, desolate and void.
Bitter and flayed, I hide from the world in this chamber,
wading in words that make me want to scream
in naught but sheer hopelessness, naught but in longing.
I long for you to know, for you to understand,
but my incompetence holds me back; I lack the words.

Suddenly I slip and fall, words fluttering around me, like
birds of varying plumage, carrying words of their nature.
Vehemence, malevolence, hate, resentment...
'Hope' embedded in dark-white plumes straddles
my chest and finds desperate self-loathing.
I clutch at it, but it alights with pitying strokes.
Hope... Such a small word for something so grandiose...

My eyes crack open, and at long last I see the light pouring in
through iridescent stained glass, loud colors mingling
with harmonius shades of simplistic yellow.
In weary relief I scratch over my latest failures,
scratch till they bleed out their sweetly spiced sorrow.
And with summer's warm breath licking my back,
I fly for the door, brimming with new life and hope,
three simple and obvious words
burning on my lips.

Nowadays,
I'm forced to add a fourth.
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