
Spill onto the page with ramblings your heart has led you to trip over
Grammar rules don’t apply here-
Screw punctuation!!
Only words that rip and tear you apart until you’re bloody and empty are welcome
Only when you stop beating yourself up can you let go and take up the pen instead
Only when despair is poured out can the soul be at rest
The empty vessel can again partake
The body revels in the base nature with which we’re all born
The defilement reaches an impasse
Until feeling overwhelms
And ideas form yet again
Unleashing rage, fear, lust on the page
With no one to blame or turn to
With no censure or false pretenses
With nothing but joy in expression
No relief except by your own hand
No gain or loss except existence
No wrong way to write.


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