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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required When my muse ruled my conscience's compass, waterfalls of rhyming rivers revealed unspoken secrets - long forgotten in my heart. Exposing vulnerable verses from vaults where vines had wrapped my tongue into subdued silence. In the Injustices of judicial juxtaposition, speech spoke in a paradoxical oxymoron - 'deafening silence' Pouring in drops of crimson, I became a convicted cliché, taken hostage in a Machiavellian marketplace, where I felt illiterate - harassed, by insidious guards and anapestic gangsters. In the personification of confinement, where word weavers are poetically unapologetic, virtual villains ventured to plagiarize my vocabulary. An enjambment of envious eyes attempted to burn my anthology of alliterations, so I buried each chapter in a communal garden, under a galaxy of ghazals, hoping pantoum petals, would bloom in scarlet stanzas with sophisticated syllables of rhythmic refrains. Agitated by artificial assonance, my artistry is an analogy of angst, where cathartic couplets of consistent consonance care not for iambic ideologies. My elusive elegy is the legacy of my resistance, as in my melancholy, I'll forever be a misunderstood metaphor. Silencing intrusive ink, to prevent another massacre. With no concern for applause, I've removed the garlands of sakura chains. For I'm no longer a prisoner of poetry, but my muse's musk still remains....
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