Poems from acursiveline
I love writing and have since I was young. My inspiration to be a great writer however, came from a Missouri state school of journalism graduate that taught me that writing is more than words on a paper, its a portal to the soul.Which I try to remember when I write.
Brittle, Brittle, little scribble.
Cookies, crumbs and a child's thumb.
Big pots, small lots.
Dancing tigers, spinning chairs.
Crawling,...
Twist and dance with the time,Darling, sweet ember of mine.Crusted bread, blood red wine.Jumping spinning, like the wind,time you'll take...
A little nub all alone,
pushed were the sun has not shone.
Cry, Cry my little nub, all day long,
Cause mommy is dead and daddy is gone.
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They say that I dream too much,
that they are like clouds in the sky,
water running through my fingers,
but I will drink my dreams full,...
You tell me it isn't your problem
But for me this is a problem...