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Twitter: How it helps me as a writer and poet
All those micro-poems, lines of Haiku, creative thoughts and "Twitter Poems" have helped me learn how to write better. Often, those little bursts of creativity are seeds for larger and more complex ideas that grow into full poems. One of those little bursts on Twitter actually evolved into a full screenplay that I am writing. And the coolest thing is not only the instant feedback, but the reminder is always there in your timeline so you can ignite that larger idea on paper, in a blog and hopefully as a published work later on. They are like little notes to myself sometimes
Where Demons Dwell
Mountains rise in wakes of troubled thoughts Mere ripples turned swells of rolling rage Stirred torrents of doubt and question Blanket waters once still with unstayed ferocity Anger, fear, temptation and lust drown reason As my mind wanders in places where demons dwell
Shadows Fade
I look in the mirror. Shadows fading in a new light. I look in to my heart. Warmth and compassion resonate in every beat. I look in to my soul. Life and fulfillment anchoring foundations. I look at the world....
On the Eve of a New Life – the Poem.
I am here now she says. My thoughts of life. My dreams are living. My world is lucid. I am here now she cries. My thoughts of the past. My regrets soft and deep. My pain stabbing my heart. I...
Flying High
by Nichole Shannon Where a heart was once empty and torn, an other fills the void and heals the wounds. A newly reborn soul now filled by the warmth flies free in the clouds. No boundaries, no limits, no confines...
Nikki’s Dream
Please god let this be real… she whispers softly. Her pillows piled high against her, she softly cuddles with them. She could only think of her lover, imagining they were together. Two lost souls reaching out to each other. She...
What Demons are These?
What Demons are these lurking in my head. Waiting in the shadows, they stalk me each night. By day they sleep, distant memories of the past. At night they awaken feasting on my fears. The present is fleeting but the...
What I Seek.
What I seek, Is a home for my soul, A place to rest my weary mind, Love to warm my heart, And someone to share it all with. What I seek, Is understanding and compassion, A place of acceptance where...
Careless finger ripple the fragile waters.
Fight not me, emptied tormentor. Coming in blows from sides from terraces, limping derelicts of layered memories. Break me. Oh break me. I am shards of dreams. Mend this shell, a gossamer shanty, a tattered vessel in endless dances of...
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