POETRY

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Poetry, burn these pages, a finger pointing Zachary Phillips Poetry, burn these pages, a finger pointing Zachary Phillips

inner child’s plea

the body keeps the score
but the mind holds the key
if emotions are messages
why the fuck do you ignore me?

shine light on your shadow
and search your body for truth
why do you keep pretending
the blind can guide the youth?

the mirror is a liar
only one question left to ask
take a breath son
who doth lie behind the mask?

 

the body keeps the score
but the mind holds the key
if emotions are messages
why the fuck do you ignore me?

shine light on your shadow
and search your body for truth
why do you keep pretending
the blind can guide the youth?

the mirror is a liar
only one question left to ask
take a breath son
who doth lie behind the mask?


This poem is inspired by the book How To Write Evocative Poetry

 
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Poetry, burn these pages, a finger pointing Zachary Phillips Poetry, burn these pages, a finger pointing Zachary Phillips

a thousand eyes reflected

i am a multitude
that speaks with one voice
broken apart
through lack of choice

the face i wear
closely mirrors yours
how else can i survive
when the world itself abhors?

used to think i was acting
but now i see the truth
another day wasted
on the folly of youth

a thousand eyes reflected
in a broken mirror’s gaze
quick swallow this pill son
this is all just a phase

there’s no-one left to question
the slow passing of time
nothing is permanent
‘cept my ink forming rhyme

 

i am a multitude
that speaks with one voice
broken apart
through lack of choice

the face i wear
closely mirrors yours
how else can i survive
when the world itself abhors?

used to think i was acting
but now i see the truth
another day wasted
on the folly of youth
a thousand eyes reflected

in a broken mirror’s gaze
quick swallow this pill son
this is all just a phase

there’s no-one left to question
the slow passing of time
nothing is permanent
‘cept my ink forming rhyme


This poem is inspired by the book How To Write Evocative Poetry

 
Read More