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Random Poem:

Not What I Wanted to Say at All...
vegasgemini

Trying to coax a few words
 1
To take the monumental journey
 2
From my mind to the page
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I want to be so original, so creative…
 4
 
 
A thousand thoughts
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Gush through the center of my brain
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Fill me with biochemical responses
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To an awful situation.
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Anger, belligerence and irritation
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Inevitably give way once again
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To empty self-pity
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Tinged yellow with guilt
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I want to write this all down
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I want to pour it all out.
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Purge myself of these emotions.
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Find company for my misery.
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Create an outline of my feelings
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A great piece with eloquent passages
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Similes and alliteration
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Around a spine of truth.
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I want my fingers to race to keep up
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With this picture in my head
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Of what it all means
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Presented in brief seconds of clarity
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If I could just capture it,
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Hold it at arm’s length
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Analyze it for what it is:
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Nothing more, nothing less.
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Give it familiar form and logical presence,
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Turn this horrid act of humanity
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Into a work of art, a thing of beauty,
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Despite a vile and vicious surface.
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But my own words
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Do not flow easily tonight,
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Instead an unoriginal phrase,
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“Ignorance is Bliss.”
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Taunted by this whisper
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All I can do is sigh
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And accept a fate
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Of acquired knowledge
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What a comfort
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To be unaware
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A luxury I have not
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Been afforded.
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“Blessed” with intellect,
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That permits this pain,
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Forced to deal without
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The aid of pretty words.
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No one who reads,
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Could ever understand.
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Ignorance is Bliss,
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I must suffer alone.
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