Serenity bleeds from my soul
blue seas of blood bulging forth
I, bleed rivers,oceans, and streams
of flowing words
floating acrossan empty page:fluid.
thoughts made tangible
dreams you can hold in your hand,
give away, share -little pieces of infinity
snatched right out of the air.
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The only curious thing about this piece is the word choice. I don't know if I like pairing "serenity" with "bleeds" as they seem quite contradictory. I guess I'm attempting to capture the fact that writing isn't really a choice. You just sort of do it.
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