You
are my new inspiration... My muse And I mean that not as a compliment
I
will use you to cruise through any writer's block
Any lazy daze
when a glazed gaze invades my mind's cave of creativity I will
think of you…and what you did to meI
will take negativity and make it inspire me I was not a book from
a library
As I stand here alone, I declare I was not a loan To
be picked up and dropped off at a later dateAnd
you barely even made my spine bend Just skimmed through some of
the interesting bits then skipped to the end The notes you left in
my margins turned from scribbles to scars But here's the best
part: You didn't even realise you were reading the first draft of
a best seller The manuscript of a future Nobel prize winner This
book you discarded as a pamphlet will ignite shit I will write ten
times harder than before
I will create art, I will create beauty I
will create so many things that you can't ignore But I will not do
them in your name I will not shout you from the roof tops I
will tap your name out in morse code on my outer thigh As I
casually accept plaudits from on high I will not to try to win you
back I do not want you back I just want to show you I just
need to show you what you fucking walked away from I will achieve
all my goals ten-fold I will achieve your goals too, casually I
will have happiness and joy in my life I will fall in love;
husband, child and wife I will shine brighter than I could ever
have dreamed to be And you will see me And you will see. Me I
will make rivers run red in your anonymity The screams of nations
will echo our affinity My wrath will be relentless My path of
destruction will be momentously momentous I will change the face
of history and paint it in my likeness And I will like this I
will destroy everything that you hold dear By simply destroying
everything far and near My footsteps will be impossible not to
hear I will watch you from afar and taste each tear I will wipe
out entire races I will erase faces and displace with great haste
and no graces This world will become my plaything Embracing my
ways and then just breaking I will burn this entire world to the
ground I will leave a mark greater than any have ever left
before I will lay waste by land, air and sea
Pesk has three daughters - here known as Elle (22), Wibs (16) and Bonny (14). I used to write a lot - now I read a lot. My first wee book 'On the Edge' is published by Koo Press.
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