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Or inspiration if you rather, either is correct...I find my muse to be fleeting at best, I've been told to name her, I considered that in depth until I realized that there isn't just one muse, I have many, My Muse is life and all of the aspects of it, from emotional depths to cloudy hights to give that a name more then "inspiration" would be to ( Read more... )

Writing Life as Poetry
Little things inspire me
A dewdrop on a blade
Of grass
The way the Wind brings
Change to pass
The flitter of a Butterfly
And all the Stars
Up in the Sky
All these things
And more I see
they inspire my Life
And the Poem
That is
Me.

Gentle, Persuasive
Submisive pervert

Believable liar
Insane introvert

Wandering dark paths
Then silent for days

I twist what I touch
In strange subtle ways

Watching the movement
Of the glittering stars

Now washing in Moonlight
My new set of scars