say/seɪ/verb it/ɪt/pronoun

use your—

he/art

your pen, your sword

fill the void, the lacuna/ləˈkjuːnə/noun unfilled space, the gap

o/pen your mind

your brain, your creative genius

make it—count

use your soul

the fuelling spirit, motivator

never—give in

shout—with purpose

pound—the imposter

the doubts and the fears

into the ground

into grounds of coffee

and drink, drink up

fuck—what they think

understand this one salient truth

(destroy)create(demolish), (perplex)inspire(puzzle), (interfere)encourage(intimidate)

know that all that matters is

you use your voice

its power, persuasive/pəˈsweɪsɪv/adjective excel in persuading someone or others to do something through use of temptation or reasoning, motivator

only yours

until you

reach

your

goals

//Remember that there will be some days when the words will stay hidden like immigrants in a little boat, fighting for survival, waiting full of hope that the tide will give and dry land will offer safety

Remember too there will be some days when the waters are far too rough and choppy and the words will drown, and be swallowed into the vast abyss like a Maelström

Remember there will be those days when you're firing all cylinders before you even reach for your pen, paper or device

one idea will fall into another, creating a cacophony of chaotic energy, like the constant mortar fire in those far-off places we hear about in the news, but with a greater emphasis on supercharged creativity, than death-dealing destruction

the stories that you don't just want to tell, no those that you need to tell, like the press when they choose to cover Taylor than Darfur or the other real issues

the key, you see, is to write, without let-up, never give up, and if it hurts to say the words that need to come forth, let them come forth, feel that pain, feel those razor slashes at your chest, feel the burn of the acid building and never stop

some days, the words are for the stories that need to be told, others help you bring a little magic into the world, the brightest light to shine in the darkest days

the sacred days when your pen is mightier and sharper than any sword forged and those words will call you out and demand they be shared in all their raw and untampered beauty

the stories you tell, the words you use, is the magic you create

on those days, momentary contentment awaits like asylum seekers who finds a reprieve from the upheaval in their war-torn lands.\\

dreams and aspirations

open season is every season,

it's—up to you

better let it out

than keep

the words

that need to be said—locked up

so, say it loud and say it proud

say

it

*

Thanks for reading!

Author's Notes: So, sometimes I wish I could just write normal-ass poetry. haha. Then I come to my senses. This is a riff off two older poems, of which I will provide links below. Please check them out, if you want, or take this as a standalone. It works either way. Also, yes, I spy a part of the subtitle that should have been removed pre-publishing. I'm not going to remove it though.