I write like a madwoman.I write like a madwoman.I write like a madwoman.3 years ago in Free Verse
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Scribbling across the page my pencil burns
Deep into the paper; the smell of smoke
Signals the creative fire
Raging within my mind.
Flames lick across the rampaging lines,
Scorching the letters into permanent
Semblances of being.
Words takes shape,
Large and feral, as I cry in the pain, the
Strength of emotion,
And the primal need to translate
Feel the ecstasy and relief,
The catharsis in these words as they
Tumble onto the page, baring souls to a level
We never knew existed.
For here we are free, in the paper we are alone.
The chains which hold our minds in place are lost;
The pencil flies unfettered across the page.
I am drunk on freedom and dashing headlong
For the finish line, the end of the page, when,
On a whim, crazy and wild,
I send the train of thought
Careening off the tracks; it crashes,
Violently, into the nearest solid object.
Stone walls crumble, Zeus's Thunder snaps,
The heavens awaken.
Chains are broken; prisoners flee