Dead Muse
DEAD MUSE Earthbound are the thoughts Carved onto my brain. No ray of celestial light Can weave into the fabric Of this living-dead grey mass. I grasp at the stars, And come back - Empty-handed. All I need is that One kick-start, That one shoot of the gun, To fire the mind And blast the soul. Then - on the third day - My dead muse shall rise - Or so the prophecies say.
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SometimesThere
Hello everyone! I'm SometimesThere or Margaret Cross (you can call me whichever you prefer). To give a brief summary of how I came to writing poetry: I always loved reading, and that fed my want to write. I was roughly around the age of 12 or 13...
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