I kept beating it down
My voice and its words
To murder it into silence
No thoughts, no thoughts
Empty the passions
Empty the knowledge
Empty the fat ego
Light the matches
Then
Let those things burn
I’ve always been a super emotional person. Too much. Too much. It took years to train my external person to show far less. I’m not sure the insides can follow. If I could burn the intensity into ash I would. To write them and let them go.
HASTYWORDS 
On the pages
the intensities burn
and the page
unlike the heart/mind
is not consumed
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Beautiful
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OOPS – I forgot to click the WordPress button again.
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I believe that the best poetry comes from emotional people. I wrote some of my better poetry when I was sad and conflicted. You write from the heart and nothing could make it better.
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Hasty The anonymous comment (“I believe that the best poetry…..)is me DiAnne. I have no clue why it’s doing this but I see someone else is Anonymous too.
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❤️❤️❤️
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Love this, and I know what you mean all too well. Was once told in a job that I “wear my heart on my sleeve” to my detriment. I left the job soon after, good riddance.
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