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Poetry

a collection of poetry i've written, some from a little black book, some from my computer in the basement of my home.

the wait is long and heavy

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by cornerstore_blues

by cornerstore_blues

i find that raw excerpts straight from the spirit tend to be more flightly and deliciously free in their words.

the artificial words of critics and lost souls are renowned and cherished,

while one who expresses their inner thoughts and feelings gets mocked.

patiently i wait

for the day that the world comes to an end.

and the critics and lost souls get tossed aside

for newer, fresher,

and most importantly,

expressive minds.

curious spirits with the need to learn,

to be filled to the brim with knowledge.

still i wait.