I don’t want to write..
I want to pierce your soul…
I don’t want words on a page,
that concept seems so trite…
No, I long to poke your brain,
Craft a creation that doesn’t leave you the same…
Whatever it takes to get you engaged..
Catch a fit or rage
Or sob and weep tears for days
Feel my joys and pains
Or may God leave me slain
I don’t want to write
A narcissistic being I am
When they asked me “what I wanna be?”
I shouted a writer with glee..
My reason beyond money you see…
It’s because I wanted to live on for eternity…
Longing to leave a piece of me..
Become one of the greats
but I don’t wanna write
I want to open a window to my soul for all to see…
Let every piece I craft come from within…
Let them taste my offspring splattered on page or screen…
Fruit of my soul and loins…
Let each syllable take you away..
Every paragraph having you in its own unique and raw way…
May my words tear at your consciousness and gnaw at your soul…
And my messages stay within you for the rest of your days…
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The chipped stone slope caused unbearable footing. I slid, skirting on my heels. I cast my shield, relinquishing my guard to stay upright. Left with my double-edge and a prayer to the maker, I skated toward my objective. The earthly stubble gave way to solid ground. I found myself restored, a trail of dust in my wake.
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Comments (2)
Great job, this was amazing!
Oooo, I loved how intense this was! Well done!