Mixture of Effects

written about my epiphany of my muse that appeared to me,maybe in a dream or even reality,I will never really know,but she is aways with me, I feel.

My epiphany is the thoughts that I have endlessly.

Each day I write and allow my muse to flow outward.

Thoughts that reach down into my soul for words,

Words that my fingers type, from no thought at all,

I allow my mind to control only hurtful conveyances.

I allow the muse that found me true freedom to inscribe.

We may be one in the form of identity at special times.

Though we are truly different in this, we call humanity.

I am of course male with coarse and rough idealism.

She is of course female, with delicate, deliberate ways.

Together we are my epiphany, which keeps me sane.

Together we are a mixture that sees so many things.

Separate we are nothing except for identities searching.

For avenues to release our thoughts in realities exchange,

Therefore, this is my epiphany along with a mixture of effects.

Author's Note

How does this make you feel,and what do you think.

Reviews

[Ama May Cooper]

I think the point is strong and the description it self shows talent, but you've lost something with this poem. It lacks any flow or real rhythm between the lines, almost as if they do not belong in the right place.
I feel it needs extending you need to place more between it so isnt just a jumbled paragraph of ideas