UNTITLED

UNTITLED

A Poem by SINDE
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A flame burns till late, Illuminating worthy inmates...

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My mind's a sketchy scroll,

Victim to the quill-my soul,

Blotted in the ink of desire,

Constantly stained in the mire,

Of thought-muddy and wet,

Yet in pitch black sunset,

A flame burns till late,

Illuminating worthy inmates,

Confined in my mind,

So I'll purpose to find

These sketches and into them 

Breath life...

                  -Sindednis

© 2011 SINDE


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Do you think its a coincidence that neither of us could think of titles for our best work?

This is effing fantastic Sinde...

"of thought-muddy and wet,
yet in pitch black sunset,
A flame burns till late,
illuminating worthy inmates"

"So I'll purpose to find
these sketches and into them
breath life"
These are superb phrases...i like when you write from this vulnerable place. Reminds me a bit of "Her"....to me, this is your sacred writer, true and honest in that place...

Love it....

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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brings to mind someone whose muse has descended upon him and from there true art will emerge.

Posted 12 Years Ago


Do you think its a coincidence that neither of us could think of titles for our best work?

This is effing fantastic Sinde...

"of thought-muddy and wet,
yet in pitch black sunset,
A flame burns till late,
illuminating worthy inmates"

"So I'll purpose to find
these sketches and into them
breath life"
These are superb phrases...i like when you write from this vulnerable place. Reminds me a bit of "Her"....to me, this is your sacred writer, true and honest in that place...

Love it....

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

All of us are a mixture of good and evil inspired and corrupt .It is all a matter of what we wish to do with that self.I for one wish to leave fond memory of my years.

Posted 12 Years Ago


In all things that the mind holds prisoner, we must all try to release them through the ink that flows throughout our veins and onto the parchment that is .......!

Wonderful poetry :O)

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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SINDE

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