I see you turning the pages of your chest, your skin is rising, your soul bursts right through. Your blood pumps with rage, setting your skin on fire. You now glow with persistence to not give up. Every movement you make is to survive and thrive within your own skin. You were once filled with anxiety to be at peace with who you are and now your desire is to live wildly unafraid. Your skin moves with every ache of your beating heart, writing an exquisite story that has yet to be told.
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Georgina Melendez
TheImpossibleWriter™️ | Etching unforgettable words one heart at a time | Longing for my prose to find its way into a book so that many would be touched.
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Wrecked
I feel the flowers blossom through my fingertips dripping with the sweet aroma of prose's perfume. It's pushing through the pain and flowing like blood coming from a wound. Scattered pages in the writer's garden, telling the magical sparrows all of the stories that are being chiseled as a tattoo on my thirsty skin. Etched words in an old book, it has become my oxygen. My lungs gasp for more, shouting into the starry night, give me more of your holy parchment and I promise always to share it. Use me for I am Your blossoming vessel that has been wrecked by poetry.
By Georgina Melendez5 years ago in Poets
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