When I Write
When I write.
When I write,
I do not need to think,
Like the mindless pen,
with it's jet black ink,
It never needs to think a thought;
just writes the words my hand has caught.
In pattern of curve and jagged line,
When I write,
I lose all sense of time.
BKrabbit
To have great poets there must be great audiences too.
Walt Whitman, American Poet (1819-1892)
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| Astral Projection | 0 | 02/25/2013 |
| A Moral Temperament | 0 | 02/20/2013 |
| Willowing Willows | 0 | 02/17/2013 |
| Gang Life | 0 | 02/17/2013 |
| The CU Experience | 0 | 02/17/2013 |
| The Sun. | 0 | 02/17/2013 |
| Poetry | 0 | 02/17/2013 |
| Time.. | 0 | 02/17/2013 |
| Beginning | 0 | 02/17/2013 |
| I Am. | 0 | 02/17/2013 |
| A Gentle White Dove | 0 | 02/17/2013 |
| Pocket Full Of Tears | 0 | 02/17/2013 |
| Confession | 0 | 02/17/2013 |
| Trouble Stirs | 0 | 02/17/2013 |
| Blue Jays | 0 | 02/17/2013 |
| Awaken | 0 | 02/17/2013 |
| The Stone Door | 0 | 02/17/2013 |
| Together | 0 | 02/17/2013 |
| Hunger | 0 | 02/17/2013 |
| Leech. | 0 | 02/17/2013 |
| The Real Me | 0 | 02/17/2013 |
| A Lucid Dream. "All I Feel is Fear." A Short Story By BKrabbit | 0 | 02/17/2013 |
| Share The Love | 0 | 02/17/2013 |
| Mighty | 0 | 02/17/2013 |
| Maybe This Is a Poem | 0 | 02/17/2013 |
| Fly While We Fall | 0 | 02/17/2013 |
| Roadkill Opossum | 0 | 02/17/2013 |
| A Lucid Night | 0 | 02/17/2013 |
| Behind My Eyes | 0 | 02/17/2013 |
| The Subsequent King | 0 | 02/17/2013 |
| The Intelligence Tree | 0 | 02/17/2013 |
| Food | 0 | 02/17/2013 |
| When I Write | 0 | 02/17/2013 |
| Dirty | 0 | 02/17/2013 |
| Darkness | 0 | 02/17/2013 |
| Sundance | 0 | 02/17/2013 |
| A New Path | 0 | 02/17/2013 |
| 1 | 02/17/2013 | |
| The Network | 0 | 02/17/2013 |
| Write It Down | 0 | 02/17/2013 |
| Three Paradox's and You | 0 | 02/17/2013 |
| My Knife | 0 | 02/17/2013 |
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