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Not a Poet—Maybe a Thinker - 1. Boxed and Wire Cutter

Boxed

I thought I had you knocked out and confined

But here you are, animal, creeping out

From that secreted corner in my mind

Boldly showing off your hideous snout.

 

Poison drips from your writhing tongue, viper,

Corroding my hope with needle sharp teeth.

You aim at every dream like a sniper,

clog my lungs so I can no longer breathe.

 

I dare you, monster, to face me right here

I will fight you, dumping your slop again

until you once and for all disappear

And after—I'm going to drink Champagne.

I pushed you back in that strong-box of mine

For never to escape that hole of thine.

 

Wire cutter

A ring to keep you

until you can pull it off

To be free and you

For Sanna

I felt I could try poetry again.
:kiss: @Valkyrie
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I hope that monster stays in its box :hug:  I fear it's something we can all relate to.  And sometimes that ring can bind too tightly, so cutting it off means freedom.  Nice job, Addy :hug:  

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This is why I'm bad at reading poetry: My mind just made up a whole song around the whole thing. A mini rapper just popped up in my head...

 

It's really good though, it flows and rhymes well. I like it!

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23 minutes ago, Thirdly said:

This is why I'm bad at reading poetry: My mind just made up a whole song around the whole thing. A mini rapper just popped up in my head...

 

It's really good though, it flows and rhymes well. I like it!

My mind just made up a whole song around the whole thing. A mini rapper just popped up in my head... (And that's bad why?) Songs are poetry. :D

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59 minutes ago, Valkyrie said:

I hope that monster stays in its box :hug:  I fear it's something we can all relate to.  And sometimes that ring can bind too tightly, so cutting it off means freedom.  Nice job, Addy :hug:  

Yes let's  behead the thing. Thanks, Val.

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Wow, Adi. Yeah, you can write poetry again. I felt a lot of strength in these two poems. I very much related to Boxed... it is very real, and you give us great visuals. I saw it as a powerful journey with emergence in the end. Wonderful. Cheers... Gary....

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6 minutes ago, Headstall said:

Wow, Adi. Yeah, you can write poetry again. I felt a lot of strength in these two poems. I very much related to Boxed... it is very real, and you give us great visuals. I saw it as a powerful journey with emergence in the end. Wonderful. Cheers... Gary....

Thank you, Gary!  :hug:

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You gave form and volition to the monster you face; you write courageously about putting it back where it belongs, where it cannot hurt you. 

 

Your poem gives me courage and will to face my own ravening creatures. 

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Your poem gives me courage and will to face my own ravening creatures. This means so much to me, Parker! I was so angry when I wrote it. It needed to have a 'happy end'', as it was intended to give hope versus despair. We can do it!

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