My mind see's someone in front of a type writer, wanting to throw it, break it, smash it, take the hammer to the keys that won't work. Than after much sweat, grunting and swearing, knowing we are the masters (or Mistresses) of our own universe when it meets paper.
I plagiarize my within! Are you plagiarizing from yourself? Is that a misdeed and punishable under some unknown law? Then you are guilty by admission! Wait, Let me go get a witness! Your feel box is all filled with sin? Let me get a tape recorder. Be right back. I cannot find nothin' or nobody when I need them. It's another good poem, KeelyJane I enjoyed the read!
This an emotional piece composed with vast & epic detailed porportions of an engaging eloquence. Used to draw the reader into its meaningful theme dictated by an intriguing title & beginning first stanza. Great work KeelyJane. A uniquely creative write & read. :)
this was very inspiring and powerful... the only part that made me raise an eyebrow was the 'feel box' part... but... that's not to say it didn't work...
My mind see's someone in front of a type writer, wanting to throw it, break it, smash it, take the hammer to the keys that won't work. Than after much sweat, grunting and swearing, knowing we are the masters (or Mistresses) of our own universe when it meets paper.
I'm just a girl with a lifetime of experiences. I've taken from those experiences what can be put into words and poetically put them together to share with all of you. These are my contributions.
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