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Scribbles~For Magpie Tales

Jackson Pollack.
Jackson Pollack.

Painting my emotions with black ink

Matching my darkest of moods

Your sharp quill has etched into me

Your depression has made me think

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Expressing myself on the canvas

As I struggle to truly understand

The reasons that you deeply hurt me

Adding to my own depth of darkness

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Swirling lines of swinging emotions

Rational thought redefined by hate

Bringing us back to the deep opaque

Honesty lost to the never ending lies

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I still love you.

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© Carol Campbell 2015

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Published by: writersdream9

I have been writing all my life but for the most part, it has been a secret. My parents did not believe writing was a good way to earn money so I hid my poems. Then one day, I wanted to comment on an essay that a friend had written and found myself with a blog. That quiet whisper inside said, "You can write your poetry and no one will ever know.". I knew nothing of followers and the like at that time. So, here I am trying to learn my craft and enjoying every moment of it. My personal details are, I'm 57, married for 39 years, have one grown son who is God's gift to us and last but not least at all, I'm a Baha'i which basically means that I love all humanity.

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