I sometimes wonder if a poet or a story weaver suffer from split persanility. on some level everyone of them...us.., must suffer from many people in the same body. If not where do the voices come from? The ones screaming tell my story next! No tell mine! We write about things we have never seen but can still taste the air and smell the dirt of that far away land. I sit here at 1:27 in the morning wondering just how sane I am as I get into the head of a charactor I am creating to tell his story. it is no wonder they seem so real, they are. At least to us and than later on to others. We split part of ourselves into every line we write, every tale tell to anyone who will listen. In the end how many personalities will walk around, figurativly speaking, when we wonder into our graves? I myself have many. But for now I shall give my attention back to Tucker and his tale. And if anyone makes to the end of this early mornign ramble tell me your thoughts. Do we lose a piece of ourselves when we create another or do we simply create and grow?
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Posted: May 2013
About this poem:
Not all poetry rhymes, some just flows through your fingertips and you are unaware of what you are saying until you reread it. This was one of those free writing sessions about thirty minutes ago. Feel free to tell me your opinions on the subject. All sides are welcome
" Do we lose a piece of ourselves when we create another or do we simply create and grow?"
I love to live life. I live life to grow....every character is a part of me that I write about I am willing to share them with others but we are all here residing in a body that is ruled by happygolucky4u
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" Do we lose a piece of ourselves when we create another
or do we simply create and grow?"
I love to live life. I live life to grow....every character is a part of me that I write about I am willing to share them with others but we are all here residing in a body that is ruled by happygolucky4u