My words sworn,
Run deep into the edge of forlorn,
Spilt into the cracks,
Flaws and faults detected,
Flesh,
Dipped in ink,
Forsaken by the sun,
Lost in a dark shadow –
And a clouded sky,
Of unspun verse,
My words on the verge of acid and tone,
The brink of four corners,
And moan,
Circling the square,
Rotating around,
Pushing the bounds,
Bleeding thoughts as they fall,
To paper, my pen curses,
Cursive and handwritten,
Scripting,
A language of my own.
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Love it, Jen. Your writing is exquisite – light and airy/dark and edgy all at once. Huge fan over here 🙂
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Aww you are too kind! Thank you so much. ❤️
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Not at all, just honest 🙂
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I truly appreciate it Ryan!! ❤️
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Fantastic writing. Great flow and filled with vivid imagery.
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Thank you very much! Always appreciate it. 💕
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You are welcome 🙂
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Beautiful as always Jen, so deep and full of anguish❤
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Thank you Rich! ❤️
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Always welcome honey❤
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Lovely, Jennifer. ❤
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I’ve officially been creeping your blog – you’re so beautifully clear with so few words! I just uploaded my own poem with a shaky hand, but seeing someone with your beautiful words doing so confidently was really encouraging.
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Aww thank you honey. I’m so glad you’re enjoying my writing. It means a lot to me. I will most definitely head over and check your poem sweetie!! ❤️
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Beautifully written words and such elegance in your fine canvas of poetry. 🙂
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Thank you my friend!! ❤️
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You welcome. 🙂
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Just. Plain. Wow. 👍
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Aww thank you Kunal! 😀
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You’re welcome, Jenn!
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