Divided heart

A Poets' SoulDeep in the heart of a writerA Poets' Soul
Lives the soul of a poet
Waiting to burst
With ideas of great inspiration.
Thoughts and dreams pour out
Coming from the tip of a ball point pen
Darkening the mimicking page
With lost aspirations.
Flowing across like words from a song
Unable to control the urge
To let out everything
That is deep in a poet's soul.


The Crystal TowerThere is a place where I can go, when the world seems too unkind. 'Tis on a hill, in the valley, of the land of my mind.The Crystal Tower
There stands a Crystal Tower there, deep in a valley green. Lights dance upon the tower, in colors rarely seen.
Within the tower, lies a box, high upon a shelf; In which I lock my fondest dreams, to keep them to myself.
My dreams are there for I'm afraid that someone else might see. And if I shared my dreams with you, might shatter them for me.
And so; I only go alone to lock up dreams still new.
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Prepare your mind... for a MIND EXPLOSION!
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