Homeless Poet

Living off scrap inspiration
And recycled words,
I seek shelter in old poems,
But even their lines
Can’t house my growing story.
So I fashion makeshift stanzas
And piece together
The shambles of my creativity,
Until they too fall apart
And I set off in search
Of a poem I can call home.






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kissthemoonThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. said...
Apr. 21 at 1:49 pm
wow this poem is UNBELIEVABLY beautiful. its so descriptive
 
beyondtheskyThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Mar. 24 at 8:19 pm
"scrap inspiration" "recycled words" "shambles of my creativity" I relate so much, awesome descriptions :)
 
ElisaTheDuckThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
Mar. 26 at 11:52 pm
Thank you! :))
 
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