volcanos erupting inside me
find relief
in the lava that flows
through my fingers
on the keyboard
from the pen
or the paintbrush.
It disappoints
by not burning
screens or paper
not staining
reputations
not igniting
repentance.
I need a little more angst
a little more anger
a little more power
to change the world
melt it, and
pour into perfect shapes
of my poetic imagination.
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All we can do Reena, is put it out there and hope it resonates…
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All we can ever do is put it out there Reena, and hope some how it resonates…
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That is how we survive. Thanks so much!
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Good one, good imagination
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Thanks a lot!
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You are welcome Reena
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Nice description of “lava that flows
through my fingers
on the keyboard”.
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Thanks!
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As poetry is the highest form of alchemy, maybe one day you’ll get there. I definitely can relate to “not igniting / repentance”
If only, if only…
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Alchemy is a form of wishful thinking 🙂 Thanks!
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Dang, dude. This is hella tight. Especially this right here:
“It disappoints
by not burning
screens or paper
not staining
reputations
not igniting
repentance.”
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Thanks a lot!
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I think that we all hope to have that volcanic anger to change the world… but maybe it’s a good thing that we don’t in the end… it would be a terrible responsibility
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I like the attitude. It could be bad for others too, as each person will try to change it in his/her own way.
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I like the metaphor of lava coming from your fingers.
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Thank you so much!
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