I lost my voice In the fog, Crushed by the darkness On which it once fed. I […]
Writing
Compose, line by line, From beginning to end Until its finished: Every verse, every rhyme, and Every single […]
Pen put to paper, Record the gifts of the Muse, Scribbled in frenzies, Possessed hand cramped and swollen […]
This little black notebook Is almost full, Each page covered in Black ink scrawled verses and rhymes, Drops […]
Half written poems and unfinished thoughts Scribbled in notebooks and scraps of paper, Lost and forgotten in the […]
Blood is too thick to write with When you tear open a vein With a fountain pen To […]
In answer to the question “How does it feel when your muse runs his fingers through your hair, […]
Notebook page empty Anxiety is rising Intimidating Fill with your breath and your truth Fill with authenticity. 4/1/17 […]
Allen told me, If you want to find your voice Forget about having it heard. Speak your true […]
John W. Leys 