A Writer Is There Own Worst Critic

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A Writer Is There Own Worst Critic

The words glide
Like spilling oil
Yet bringing less
Dismal turmoil

Instead theres life
That dances about
Glittering and shimmering
Save for one shout

From the writers lips
Forever sealed
Through only pen
Are his thoughts revealed

His sacred words
The closest friends
Trail frayed fibers
From loose ends

He tries hard
But try as he might
The writer cant make
His message right

A tune off-key
Only noticeable to him
Yet its enough
To keep joy dim

So as the world rejoices
He howls in frustration
Tearing out hair
for his poems duration.


By: Liz Prosser

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jj1562 commented on A Writer Is There Own Worst Critic

11-27-2011

oh the authors plague i hate it to death nice write

Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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Destiny? 0
First Part of Melody "Unseen" 1
At My Weakest 1
My Thoughts 0
A Writer Is There Own Worst Critic 1
Advice To A Child 0
A Painful Fate 0
Humanity 1
A Confused Heart 2
Greater Things 1
Happiness 1
Dont Leave Me 0
Not So Old Habits 0
In My Mind 0
Runner-up 0
Skinny 0
Justice 0
Depression Hurts 1
Painful Memories 0
Oregon's Lovely Gloom 0
Last Year 0
Missing 0
Invisible 1
Love 0
TUG OF WAR 0
Not Knowing 0
Fate 1
Pointless 1
Lost cause 1
In The Balance 1
Random 0
Unable 1
Finally, maybe... 1
Just People 1
SEVER 0
ASHES 1
For Me 0
Why? 0
EXPLAIN 2
No Me 1
Can you still 0
Let me be 0
Mirror To Nowhere 0
Perfect 0
WATCHING 0
Lost 0
HYPOCRITSY 0
Tension 0
Wonder 1
Release 0
Pain 0
Empty 1
Tehe 2
I love you 2
Texting 0
Writing 0
Silence 2
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