this was written today, thinking about all of the people who dont understand or appreciate the way i think or act. the way they frown upon the writing of poetry. the way of beautifying the world with language which touches the hears of readers


gold-mind

slicing the air like a thousand daggers
hurled at the heart and mind
my words reflected on their shiny,sharp edge
created holes like goldmines
extracting the fruits of my penetration
rarity growing with time
the value to you seems so small now
proving that you are so blind

because the gold of my mind is found
dedicated to you but buried into the ground
thinking that those clumps of mud were useless and old
found and appreciated only by others when daggers they hold
so onto battle now we throw our knives
glistening in the sunlight as the gold shall rise
till the sharp edge of my craft penetrates your mind and you see
for you, i will continue writing poetry




Poetry by Steven Mawer
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Written on 2006-05-08 at 06:09

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Ragdoll.
Very deep poem.

I like the imagery of this line:

"slicing the air like a thousand daggers
hurled at the heart and mind"

and also the word play with the title. Well Done. xx
2006-05-08


Onyeka Nwelue
I feel enligtened by the deepness of this text.

It is incredibly inspired.
2006-05-08


Zoya Zaidi
BRILLIANT!
YOU WRITE SO WELL Steven!
***hugs***
Love, xxx, Zoya
2006-05-08