One of my brothers was poetic growing up.
was scared of brewing something bitter for that teacup.
Now I'm dwelling within the same world as him.
At least I have someone to go to when my writing's dim.
He now writes music wrapped in metaphors; it's neat.
His words always have rhythm, that music has a beat.
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I wonder where his inspiration comes from.
Feelings travel through strings with each guitar strum.
It'd be nice to talk about writing devices.
They give extra flavor to pieces like spices.
His early work reminds me of full-bodied coffee.
Other times it brings to mind old-fashioned toffee.
Sometimes warm tones accompany intimate emotions.
Other times silly tunes follow candy shop notions.
They're songs you'd write while on a sugar high.
I often crave one when it's hard to get by.
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Silly tunes and poems put me on cloud nine.
Heaven would be making one with a glass of wine.
Maybe I'll try to write something fruity like a Moscato.
I could compose a short violin piece and play with vibrato.
My poetry still needs work, but I can craft a few lines.
It's not too difficult to write within certain confines.
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Grains of Graphite Book 1
PoetryGrains of Graphite is a North American poetry collection focusing on a wide range of emotions, many of which are intimate.
