another about the war for headspace

Know what I’m gonna do? What I shoulda
seen but resided too long in fog
to see. And that is to do what I do
out of habit which comes from ache for fun
because that’s what this heart beats deep down, beats
the ache for fun or to eradicate
the ache is the perpetual prayer,
to pretty much whoever will listen
and that is to turn a curse into a gift.
Twist it. Warp it. Distort. Sprinkle stardust
for no practical use but the glitter.
Curses despise all that is not gloomy.

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About Timmy the Scribbler

Love to write all kinds of stuff I love writing so many different kinds of stuff it is a constant struggle to narrow the focus to a manageable handful and let the others go. But a few years ago I dipped my fingers into a poetry pie and of all my uncertainties, one thing that is no uncertainty is that it is one passion that must remain, so maybe that's the one. I do dearly delight in chopping up fictional works into stanzas and syllables.
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