I create worlds,
From my pain.
Honeyed words,
From my passion.
Dark thoughts,
To erase my demons.
I write poetry,
To find what
I lost.

I create worlds,
From my pain.
Honeyed words,
From my passion.
Dark thoughts,
To erase my demons.
I write poetry,
To find what
I lost.
The poem, Like a Hemingway confession. Need a strong title to bring the reader to. Hemingway would call this “Bleeding words” or “Midnight thoughts to paper.” I loved the poetry. You are amazing dear Kim V.
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Reblogged this on johncoyote and commented:
Please read the amazing poet’s words and thoughts.
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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so nice! Awesome work Kim! ❤
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Thank you!
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