But then I feel like it's not worth it, simply because I think my writing is horrible. Does anyone agree?


Dream?Etched in a wall A dream of beautiful hues Cascades across the thrall Of delicately woven patterns My mind flickers in amazement As images begin to form Among the chaotic movementsDream?
One by one The figures dance and dance And slowly form into one another
And I wonder, just how these came to be For my mind is weary from the begining
Is it a dream?


Fireworks?and into the blue and green valleys cascades a sudden red and yellow followed by a flurry of whites and bellows flowers in the skies erupts into courage or perhaps something more mellow again and again these flowers expand into a somber sea go further and further till they are no longer seen though they say it stands for freedom i never care to noticeFireworks?


A Shaving Of His Hornsshrapnel fills her heart in a flurry of orange and white all along her chest are holes emitting a shrill lightA Shaving Of His Horns
with a wail her fist strikes down embedding deeply into his face; the stench of sulfur in mind
seeping through the plain a beautiful clover erupts


DoubtAlways a slave Told how to act, And how to behave By those tracts, And caves, And paths That twist and wind Making up each half Of your mindDoubt
It plays tricks, And sticks you With bouts Of depression, And doubts That defy, And vilify Reason
In time, If your master is kind, Itll react By releasing the confined Lines Of poetry That flows With a killer rhyme, And enlightened symmetry That can expose Depths of the soul
And while you dwell In your self


SleepingMy muse is sleeping, but Her dreams keep me moving and Though she's not speaking the Soul-Rhythm keeps grooving. It Takes me to places that Are formed by her choosing, though I have to keep fighting to Keep my head from snoozing. I Don't think I'd worry if I find myself losing, 'cause The place where she's sleeping is Where my heart is cruisingSleeping
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Sticky-Note PoetrySticky-note poem On a refrigerator door Provides fleeting wisdom, Inspiration and more.Sticky-Note Poetry
It is short and concise Small on words and divine 'Cause modern poem-readers Just don't have the time To pause for a moment And take in your


A War Within a WarWe’re digging mass graves on army bases Smearing mud over innocent faces There is a war within a war A war they won’t show on the news Not that that’s new… There’s a war within a war On International Women’s day March 8th I learned about the war for gender equality in the military Rape and sexual assault running rampant among ‘battle buddies’A War Within a War
Girls won’t go to get water alone,
A scared sweaty hand clutching switch blade Because you’d never point your gun at a fellow soldier And army of one Fucking itself over Girls won’t go alone to get water In
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O be my thoughts to dance the earth with me
Take my hand as if it was yours and see
The glimpse of dreams your oceans bring"
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"Turn your eyes towards my sympathy
O be my thoughts to dance the earth with me
Take my hand as if it was yours and see
The glimpse of dreams your oceans bring"
-Verse from 'My Oceans Vast' by Enchantment
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Edward Cullen is pretty cool, but who needs him when you have EDWARD GOREY?!
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