Hear me, dammit!
You are meant to flow, not hold the chaos within.
Release your chest, and breathe out anew.
Your words will be jumbled if you do not undo the bindings of fear.
I weep when you feel stagnant; you need not be.
You must move your toes before your feet will listen.
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Dumping Grounds
PoetrySometimes when you are dumping your mind, poetry arises. In this anthology, travel with me to dreamy places or the dark corners of my mind, perhaps invoking the writer in you. I hope these pieces speak to you in some way as they have to me. Dumping...
