“Passion and pain are a poet’s portfolio. When a poet loses his words, he’s also lost his voice.”
By Carolyne M. Acen, spoken word poetry blogger
I am a logophile; a poetic junkie with a
High on poetry, slurring words like a lunatic.
Drugged by techniques, swooned into emotion
by this creative craving curse.
I bow to the will of this idolized ink, let my pen
stroke my soul into a living rage and bleed my
thoughts on paper.
My elation is the rush of creation; words roam
Inadequate verbal emotion makes me weak
and renders me useless.
Thirsty and breathless, I lurch along canvas
dumping the shards of experience sealed in
suitcases of my vocabulary.
The creative fire in me burns.
Keeps me up all night, wakes me at first light.
I write with a frenzy — my Sentences combined
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