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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=357309" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Broken Hand of a Writer</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=357309" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Creation had corrupted the masters hand<br>Floated upon a broken dream<br>Written down with a controversial hope<br>Sometimes I forget that I have the ability to demand<br>That this foolishness ceases and is cut at the seams<br>To let the thread of idiocy fall to less than a rope</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=357309" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Sometimes I remember that I have no right<br>For I have masked myself into the flames of anger<br>Where fear cowers in the recesses of my mind<br>Happiness is no where in sight<br>Dangling at the edge of despair in constant danger<br>A map, if given, never would there be someone to find</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=357309" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Dreams, dreams, dreams...</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=357309" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Once, ever so long ago, I had the clouds within reach<br>And even more long ago I had a smile upon this weary face<br>The beating my heart did thump for a reason<br>Now the soul sucking words do leech<br>Off my smiles, and the beauty of a now desolate place<br>When did life turn into one hard winter season? </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=357309" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">When did the creation of a pure eye<br>Go blurry with gold lined tears<br>I reach once more for a cloud that floated so far away<br>No more can I imagine the shape shift stories in my skies<br>When only turmoil rolls up like thick fear<br>Fog so abundant that it would last for days...</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=357309" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Fears, fears, fears...</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=357309" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Oh, how I wish I could evaporate<br>Into the forever darkened abyss<br>But my broken dream has slipped so far from these hands<br>These eyes could once devastate<br>With a look so seductive, everlasting bliss<br>Never did last, I have no right to demand</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=357309" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I remember, that I use to have some form of rights<br>Where I could hold a certain power inherited by my ancestors<br>Never again will this creation write in orders of sweet pureness <br>In the dimness of my fading lights<br>I slip away into a folk lore of bitter wounds that bubble and festers<br>Complete in my understanding and ever so strong in my sureness</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Chyna+Parker">Chyna Parker</a></strong></div>