Where the writer is free, The poet is trappedA Poem by Spencer ValentineWhere the writer is free The poet is trapped, Stuck within emotion, As if being wrapped In what he wishes He could escape, A tall, dark, evil, Locked, metal gate, With vines that crawl Up along its sides, That whether the harshest Of the strong ocean's tides, Because the ocean is a poet, He stays where he is, Where a writer is free, She writes and rids Herself of her yearning To be something more, To leave herself behind, To be able to soar, Emotion she makes In her own stories, A poet is lost All because his Emotion is his, It is true and real, He wants only To be able to feel Beyond his boundaries, In which he sways, Just like the ocean, Between beaches, he stays, When writing poetry Emotion is true, Whereas writing prose Is meant to do Whatever she wants, As opposed to the poet Who writes what he feels, He can't help but show it, This is why I write, Emotion blinds, Everything else, Even writers' minds. © 2008 Spencer ValentineReviews
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1 Review Added on May 14, 2008 AuthorSpencer ValentineLa Crescenta, CAAboutI'm 17... A hopeful writer (why else be here?), but don't have anything published... I have a girlfriend, so try to keep your hands to yourselves, ladies. more..Writing
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