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
PoetryWords 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...
 
                                               
                                                  