Kast13

I don't write poetry, but I figured I'd give it a shot. There is no intended meter or rhythm, because to by honest I can't count syllables. So here we go, a little free writing:

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It’s a void, it’s a black hole
I’ve never understood this notion
broken, beaten, cheated, wings clipped, swallowed whole
I’ve had it all, I’ve done worse
you blamed me daily
I blamed you after the fact.

But don’t think I have a hole in my chest
loved and lost but not broken
not for you, him, her, them, the rest
sincerity in my gaze, see my honesty
if happiness is a warm gun,
my Canon’s too hot to hold.

ohdear

i like it
not sure about the gun part
that is a little violent for me but I do understand the sentiment

the line I loved the best was
broken, beaten, cheated, wings clipped, swallowed whole

I have lived this, felt it, bathed in it even, made and art form of it

and so have you
made it into art I mean

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cheers Robyn
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Kast13

Happiness is a warm gun is a beatles song. The action shooting type of cannon is spelt with two n's, this only has one, like a biblical law. Thanks for the reply.