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The Dead Writer
Contributed by
theurbanpoet
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Tuesday, 7th June 2011 @ 01:39:58 PM in AEST
Topic:
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I once thought a poem could stir a man's soul,
Take a man to the sky, take another into a hole.
I once thought a poem could make a blind man see clear,
Cure a man of a broken heart, make a deaf man hear.
I once thought a poem could speak for a troubled brain,
Talk a man from the edge of a cliff, drive another insane,
But now my brain is empty, now my brain is numb,
I'm searching in the depths of my soul, but the words will not come,
I now think a poem is just recycled words, everything has been said,
As I put down my pen, I hang my empty head.
I now think the pen is a sword, but I am no fighter,
Yours sincerely, The Dead Writer.
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theurbanpoet
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2011-06-07 13:39:58]
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Re: The Dead Writer
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by poeticjestix on
Tuesday, 7th June 2011 @ 02:10:41 PM AEST
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writing for it's own sake is such a drain
I feel your pain
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