Sometimes,
she need be reminded of this childlike ambition I once had
in outweighing the mortal blows of reality
that every stride of prick and puncture
will do justice to a self-fulfilling achievement
yearned since the stealing of her innocence
that by the cold sweat of her brows
future contentment shall materialize
in the palms of her hand
like a wishing feather forever rested
to the swaying of the winds.
Sunday, August 18, 2013
Monday, August 12, 2013
224/365
It is only when I'm writing that I find myself in perfect solace
of being totally insane and at the same time, in control of the universe.
***
Inspiration.
For I am wordless
as I am sleep-deprived during the night.
Write I say, strive I must
to feed this eternal literary hunger.
This will never be over
nor will it ever be enough.
***
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