started as a thought
then to a jot
quick write it down
just in case i forgot
tiny bursts of skill
and having time to kill
the "maybe i can" thought
to maybe i can still
a mind full of rage
i took out on the page
the writing is calmer
the more that ive aged
writing came along
emotions came out strong
then the "maybe i can"
put these words to a song
the melody and tones
hidden in my poems
became my foundation
vibration in bones
into the hole i dug
get a dose from the plug
i have moved on
to a much harder drug
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Mr,apocalapse (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: poetry was only the begining to master the skills and to harness my talent now i think i have it under control im ready to move on
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Comments3
A fun read of rhyme the question is what the poet is moving on to.
A entertaining read on the evolution of a writer, enjoyed the read
Well written and expressed
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