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Name: DaZe
D.o.B: May 4 '89
Major: Piano
Minor: Writing

Music is my life but poetry is a different
way of expression.

My soul wakes
in a misty fog
slowly...drudging...
My body slowly
comes to life
I must go on...


































 

Dry Spell

My words have run away
they've betrayed the things I say
I can say no more
my words can no longer soar
up high in the boundless sky
no hope, no wings to fly
my ability has fallen down
trampled on the filthy ground
Unable to rearrange
the puzzle of words in my head
All mixed up, all in a blur
nothing more can be said
So many feelings inside
no words to express or say
nothing's left within
my words have flown away

My mind is so taken up
with everything, with nothing
Everything's blank in my head
everything's dry inside
I choke on my tears too
'cause even they don't flow
I have no more words to say
my inspiration won't grow

I'm under a dry spell
the words won't come
I can no longer write so well
I feel so painfully dumb
I'm trapped inside these walls
of rhyming and rules
words belonging in groups
like I belong to the fools
Waiting for words to flow
like a valley of pure words
down mountains of expression
and as free as wild birds
When will my mind revive
when will my words return?
When will the valley flow again
how long 'til I once again learn?

So let my inspiration grow...

� September 9th 2003

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