A tenderhearted rage flows from my pen, like the Mississippi River after six months of a hard rain. Suffering released, I long for peace, as I grab the pen like a junkie grabs the syringe, like my very life depends on it because it probably does.
The passion that flows within my veins give a voice to the soul when the pen vomits words on the paper, like a drunk the morning after a night on the town, trying to drown the memory of her.
I'm bent on writing because the world's dim lighting cast shadows on everything that mattered to me. I'm shattered you see by circumstances beyond my control. Life just seems to roll right over me, but I take my plight with the fight of a soldier, whose battle cry is: furor scribendi, a rage to write; because in the revealing comes the ultimate healing and that f*****g light will never die.
Powerful and amazing words and thoughts shared Thomas.
"furor scribendi, a rage to write; because
in the revealing comes the ultimate
healing and that f*****g light will
never die."
I liked the above lines. Myself, I need to write and read. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote
Powerful and amazing words and thoughts shared Thomas.
"furor scribendi, a rage to write; because
in the revealing comes the ultimate
healing and that f*****g light will
never die."
I liked the above lines. Myself, I need to write and read. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote
Thomas W. Case was born in Oxnard. He has published 3 volumes of poetry. The Bullfrog Dreams of Flying, Artichokes, Avocados, and Van Gogh, and Seedy Town Blues. He has won several poetry contests. Hi.. more..