Treasure Island

Erica maples


nurtured poetry

i feel drenched inside
the crimson darkness that
surrounds me.

my deprivations are
powered by the nurtured
poetry that i write out
in private now.

this literature that
i write will forever
be the depths of my
emotions that i've
gotta get lost in

but the glass-house
anticipates the
distinguish that guides
the secrets as they become
so addicted to the stillness
that always surrounds me.

please let me be
very obsessed with
the pageless song
of poetry, you see
me being deeply
involved inside
the euphoria of
these words that
i compose for you
and the world
to read,

but i try to embrace
this mirrored-image
of my poetry that is
piercing my barricaded
authority that no-one
cane see.

i try to break-through
the captivating emotions
that unfolds the nurtured
poetry that is around me,
as i'm composing every-word
of it.

Submitted: Thursday, July 25, 2013
Edited: Friday, July 26, 2013

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