Confirmation

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My heart keeps rinsing grief away

But apparently, it’s become a stain

Permanently etched upon my soul

Liken molecular changes from loss

Making the expressions, unreadable

And my cost seems to still be tolling

It is sometimes our burden with love           

Relying on a hearts bleeding courage       

Giving everything of its own essence

To still love beyond the pale of death  

Just as unflinchingly as one does in life  

There’re no bounds restraining love itself   

All that’s required is a passion’s existence

And what’s love without… eternal fire?   

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I'm the aberrational poet your English teacher warned you not to read or follow into the literary abyss. If you steal my poetry...I will find you in between fogyish metaphoric lines. I'll be armed with my quill and papyrus where at will I can wield my power as a writer to erase you from my realm. I will smudge you with inky darkness and do unprintable things like a ghost in imaginary darkness. In full disclosure, I am absurdly mad and take no responsibility for my actions if crossed poetically. But, otherwise, I’m a simple free spirited poetic writer wordsmithing outside the grammatical lines and rules. An easy going romantic rebel at heart. I write meaningful (to me) poetry from my heart and share it here. I tend to approach everyone as a friend until they demonstrate something different. I enjoy having creative exchanges with others, like-minded artists, or writers. Thank you for reading, commenting and your visit. I appreciate all the feedback (good or bad) you care to offer. Feel free to reach out by email for private exchanges if you wish.

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12 thoughts on “Confirmation”

  1. Ah, grief, that despicable friend that reminds us of our loss, our emptiness. I had my own moments last night. Blessings, friend. We are truly not alone. Separate, but not really alone. May some comfort find you.

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