writers discontent

write like fire

course blue flame night

im too tired to rest

my head upon the skies

where words are stars

the moon; my vision

i see through the midnight hour

clutch the pain

hold it tightly

i dont know who i am tonight

so i write to figure it all out

burn, burn, burn

Reviews

[Kaylor Mason]

The fires of genious: once they're lit, they burn white-hot with the fury of all the suns there ever were in this galaxy. And it's true: you will forget your own name as the world of madness descends on you, and you spread your wings: you're lifted out of your consciousness, soaring high on the violent winds of your dreams. This poem is profound and outstanding penmanship! :)

[Wórdsmíth]

well, it's nice burnin'..lol liked this poem much, it's short, good to read. words're appropriate to read as a play...lol, i think you got nice thought or idea to write such kinda piece here. I liked all words that you've used here to make it impressive...
well, you well expressed it.

[Mauricio Montoya]

For me its when I can’t finish a piece.
Nice work.

[EYES OF MY SOUL]

I love the third stanza 'I don't know who i am tonight' it meant a lot to me reading it ,its exactly how i feel right about now.

[Revery]

Wow, excellent, you are a master of words. I love your style.

This is surely how everyone should feel about writing if it helps them figure s**t out. That's at least how I feel. Thanks for sharing your poem.

[Robin]

intense emotion , as your words guide my eyes and heart along the fringe of the deep night , dancing among the flames of meaning ...