You like it, you do not –
I really don’t care
enough to stop writing
what comes through my hair
straight into my brain,
fixing there.
When shadows collect,
fester under the skin,
they erupt like a boil
leaking poison within.
I would much rather offer
my musings to you –
even have you reject them –
than to cleave self in two.
belas bright ideas 
Compulsion come in so many forms. 🙂
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Heh-heh, true 😉
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A true artist does not create for anyone, but for creation itself.
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Well, I’ll take that as a high compliment, Hariod. Thank you!
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Please do so Bela.
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Wow! This is an amazing poetic expression, Bela! You are so right, we need to spout our creative thoughts, not trying to please anyone but ourselves.
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True, true. So long as I do no harm, I will continue! 😉 Thanks!
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I enjoyed this Bela… we each should scratch that urge we get.. and satisfy our cravings as we pen our words into being….
Thank you for satisfying that itch.. 🙂
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Thanks for your comments, Sue. I actually struggled with publishing this little ditty, but it wanted Out. So to speak 😉
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