Not divinity
But sweat
Etches the page
Colours the canvas
Sweat that fills
Buckets
Oceans
Worlds
Your void misused.
Mute is the muse
Unless you work the words
From trembling lips
And ungrateful fingertips
Strike the spark
That brightens your dark
Gather the force
Upon an unalterable course
March to jump start
Your kick start heart
RATA-TAT-TAT
RATA-TAT-TAT
RATA-TAT-TAT
RATA-TAT-TAT
Breathe
Begin
Breathe
Continue
6/1/13

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Typed Word Series
PuisiWords connect all of us. Through laughter, memories, or ridiculous melancholy, we are what we say and what we write. TWS differs from WWS in form only. These are poems longer than 7 lines, allowing a little more freedom in exploring themes and more...