The Chaos and The Calm

The Chaos and The Calm

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Poetry flows through my veins, And paints the white sheet, With my emotions as the paint, My hand as the brush swaying to create my art, Reflecting my thoughts. Poetry which breaks hearts and mends the soul. P. S - I don't own the cover picture.
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Medicine

Cutting open my heart to pour out how I feel. It comes down in floods of blood as words scatter on the floor in a jumbled mess or a pathetic attempt to explain my feelings. A book filled with all of my poetry. Enjoy the somewhat dark and somewhat light hearted rhyming poems that I have written.

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