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  • away_with_words 3d

    From Lust to Dust



    We're born from lust

    And live life rushed.

    So we're worn by rust.

    And return to dust.




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    #pod #wod #lust #rushed #rust #dust #wod @writersnetwork @miraquill

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    From Lust to Dust

    We're born from lust

    And live life rushed.

    So we're worn by rust.

    And return to dust.



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  • away_with_words 3d

    @writersnetwork @miraquill #selfesteem #pod


    Don't be ashamed of what makes you different.
    Be proud of what makes you UNIQUE.

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    Please share my words with someone who you feel needs them, even if that person is the one in the mirror.

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    Don't be ashamed of what makes you different.
    Be proud of what makes you UNIQUE.


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  • away_with_words 1w

    @writersnetwork @miraquill

    BIDE THE IDES
    ________________

    A juster journey, I know not
    Be still of mind, and clear of thought
    For the silence speaks,
    and the stillness moves
    the pure of heart
    to what their soul behooves.

    I know of nary thing nobler
    than never saying you quit,
    Anything that might happen
    has a reason for it.

    Making mention of secret tension
    Life will get you to smarten up
    Teaching you to chase dreams
    that you lose sleep 'cause of.

    * * *

    The ides of March may break you,
    but ides of April stand and say:
    'The pendulum will swing again,
    return another day.”

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    'BIDE THE IDES'

    The ides of March may break you,
    but ides of April stand and say:
    'The pendulum will swing again,
    return another day.”

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  • away_with_words 1w

    @writersnetwork @murryben #plentiful #plight #metaphor

    Plentiful to Plight
    __________________

    Desert deluge
    Pelting our pores
    Sandblasting
    the separating skin
    Making superficial, thin.

    Chafed by, and against
    The missing moisture.
    A friction threat
    to reveal regret.

    The scorching sun
    Gathers its glow
    Putting us on
    The spot, in spots.

    The rays of light
    turning into needles
    The lanced light
    cutting in deeper
    Than feelings felt before
    And after.

    The scabs leave their scars
    Clouds turn to stars
    Day turns to night
    Plentiful to plight.

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    Plentiful to Plight

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  • away_with_words 3w

    @writersnetwork @miraquill @treble_clef @murryben #wod #pod #silence

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    | SILENCE:
    Silence speaks to those who LISTEN,
    and stillness moves those who FEEL

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    Silence speaks to those who LISTEN,

    and stillness moves those who FEEL




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  • away_with_words 6w

    #words @miraquill #wod #pod

    ❤ Thanks for the repost @writersnetwork!! ❤

    TRUTH TESTIFIED
    _______________________

    I witness weary missives; words weaved all wet and witless.
    Putting truth on trial, with liars as witness.
    Finding failure, not fitness; they are assailant and victim.

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    Truth Testified

    I witness weary missives; words weaved all wet and witless.
    Putting truth on trial, with liars as witness.
    Finding failure, not fitness; they are assailant and victim.

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  • away_with_words 6w

    @miraquill @writersnetwork @murryben #writersblock #words #wod #pod

    Measured Talk of Writer's Block
    ____________________________


    I stare at blank pages, 
    and the pages stared back
    No words forming fiction, 
    no words formed a fact.

    “Can prose paint a picture?”

    I ask my pen that.

    “Can text make a measure 
    of thick, thin, or fat?

    If it wrote the rules, 
    could it write 'bout that?”

    If songs of weights and measures 
    defined my pains and pleasures, 
    and marked each map of mind 
    with a  red “❌” as a joke...

    ...would you still take my letters 
    to be things that I wrote?


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    Measured Talk of Writer's Block

    I stare at blank pages, 
    and the pages stared back
    No words forming fiction, 
    no words formed a fact.

    “Can prose paint a picture?”

    I ask my pen that.

    “Can text make a measure 
    of thick, thin, or fat?

    If it wrote the rules, 
    could it write 'bout that?”

    If songs of weights and measures 
    defined my pains and pleasures, 
    and marked each map of mind 
    with a  red “❌” as a joke...

    ...would you still take my letters 
    to be things that I wrote?


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  • away_with_words 6w

    @miraquill @writersnetwork #wod #simile


    TRICK OR TREAT!
    ________________________


    Nary a choice did I resent
    more than my steps up staircase bent.
    Had I known what fate was in store,
    I would’ve stopped short of the door
    and listened to my heart’s retort
    turn my back to oaken boards;
    neglect to knock, proceed no more.

    Alas, the wiser choice did seem
    like foreign words I could not read
    a weaker foe to curiosity!
    Thus on that door, I knocked, 
    TRICK OR TREAT!


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    TRICK or TREAT

    Nary a choice did I resent
    more than my steps up staircase bent.
    Had I known what fate was in store,
    I would’ve stopped short of the door
    and listened to my heart’s retort
    turn my back to oaken boards;
    neglect to knock, proceed no more.

    Alas, the wiser choice did seem
    like foreign words I could not read
    a weaker foe to curiosity!
    Thus on that door, I knocked, 

    TRICK OR TREAT!


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  • away_with_words 10w

    Family isn't blood.... its who's there when you're bleeding.

  • away_with_words 10w

    @writersnetwork @miraquill #realitycheck #rapbattle #disstrack #micdrop

    “REALITY'S CHECK”

    You speak of gilded kingdoms;
    I''ll show you soot and slums.
    You may forecast blue skies;
    but I'll show you storms to come.
    You think your words are lances;
    they're really vocal dung.
    Before you craft a chorus, 
    you'll hear ten songs I've sung!

    You'll see your staying words, 
    they'll flit and scare like birds,
    when facing logic's army, 
    and met with reason swords.
    I'll converse a two-move checkmate 
    while you still set the board.
    You may two-step feelings,
    but my truth you can't avoid.

    'Cause its a meeker mind you seek,
    so hold your tongue like you can’t speak.
    You’ll be shipwrecked on a beach       
    ‘cause God won’t hear the words you preach.
    My Tyson tongue has got you beat!
    You’re washed up, I’m at my peak.
    My words, the white-cap mountains,
    your answers lie beneath.

    I’ll spit your vocal funeral,
    leave you silent in your grief.
    These boasts can break tree branches,
    you'll be shaking like a leaf.
    My quips will leave you quakin’
    you’ll think the Earth has shook
    You’ll feel my flow is fire
    You'll be hurtin' from my hooks.



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    You speak of gilded kingdoms;
    I'll show you soot and slums.
    You may forecast blue skies;
    but I'll show you storms to come.
    You think your words are lances;
    they're really vocal dung.
    Before you craft a chorus, 
    you'll hear ten songs I've sung!
    You'll see your staying words, 
    they'll flit and scare like birds,
    when facing logic's army, 
    and met with reason swords.
    I'll converse a two-move checkmate 
    while you still set the board.
    You may two-step feelings,
    but my truth you can't avoid
    'Cause its a meeker mind you seek,
    so hold your tongue like you can’t speak.
    You’ll be shipwrecked on a beach       
    ‘cause God won’t hear the words you preach.
    My Tyson tongue has got you beat!
    You’re washed up, I’m at my peak.
    My words, the white-cap mountains,
    your answers lie beneath.
    I’ll spit your vocal funeral,
    leave you silent in your grief.
    These boasts can break tree branches,
    you'll be shaking like a leaf.
    My quips will leave you quakin’
    you’ll think the Earth has shook
    You’ll feel my flow is fire
    You'll be hurtin' from my hooks.



    ©away_with_words