By: Denise N. Fyffe.
Copyright © 2012, defy, Denise N. Fyffe
I’ma just remind you that I’m still here
Because you don’t see my words
Doesn’t mean
The words aren’t rattling here,
In my mind
I ain’t resigned
They still linger
They are still divine;
They still clammer for the tip of my pen
They are triggered anytime I give in;
Don’t breathe easy
Don’t whisper a sigh
Words dance like gypsies
On the iris of my eye;
To deny myself
Is to live without them
And there ain’t no plucking way
That’s gonna happen;
I lose myself
Often,
Sometimes,
But just when I am ready to tip over
They pull me back inline;
To think I wanna deny myself;
Even when I lock them down
And put down the pen
Don’t think I wanna disbelieve
Cause there’s a poetic heathen breathing fire within me;
If you don’t like the rhymes as they chime
You can close your eyes
And go somepage else and dine;
Poetically, I can be a beast
But you might piss your self
If I decide to unleash;
Often,
Sometimes
I deny myself
But to do so would mean denying them,
Words.
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I’d like to congratulate you on your poetry as it is indeed deep, relevant and original as well as short. Its great!
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Thanks Scully, lol not all are short…I have written hundreds easily. For, that reason I have several blogs because i write so much. Check out the right hand corner of the page and you can see links to the other blogs.
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Really deep and compelling poetry. Love it! 🙂
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Thank you, I am glad you enjoyed it. One has do this sometimes and as you know the first step is admitting. 🙂
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