by greenEyedgal

Created on: October 13, 2009

" False Refining"

Creativity, the oozing it can produce,

why have I forsaken it? why have I suppressed you?

I am alive when I create

I am alive when I dream

I am alive when I feel

I am alive when I fly

Oh creativity you have gotten a hold of me.

They desire me to run, to race so very far away.

How will I neglect the pining I admire everywhere else?

I yearn to thrust words at all these unguided critics.

Ascribing me of my own boundaries.

Who can truly know her potential?

She can, She does, she Shivers with elation, realization of what makes her live.

Oh creativity, you have gotten a hold of me, the blossom of invention.

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