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The speed of the thoughts
Race in and out
Like a tempest forming
In the nascence of a rage
They are battering and the mind keeps buffering
Until the dams break down
Weakened by the bashing
Of banked emotions
The rage boils over
Tip of the pen races across the paper
Leaving dripping trails
Of blood, gore, tears and fury.
Silence!
The calmness returns.
a cooking pot and twisted tales 
wow, I felt ever bit of that.
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Thank you dear Violet 🙂
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every, even.
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Love this ❤
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Thank you Nadine.
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Wow! I know that feeling! Well put!
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Thank you Kim 🙂
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I feel that too. Brilliant!
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Thank you Khaya
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Love it!
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Thank you Sofia 🙂
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Silence! The calmness returns, Breathe!.
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Breathing 🙂
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🙂
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When the ideas are just exploding in your head… Yes!
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Yes!
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An emotion write. Very well done.
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Thank you my gentle Sir.
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You are welcome
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sometimes you have to let it out, the good,the bad and the anger to find calm. Excellent poem expressing the catharsis of writing!
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We have to in order to have peace. If not the wild voices won’t let you be at peace.
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yes, you are exactly right (write?) 😉
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Reblogged this on INK AND QUILL and commented:
An emotional poem about the mind of a writer, putting pen to paper and expression. Sometimes these thoughts can be overwhelming. Jacqueline protrays this feeling well in her poem Unchained.
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