From Spirit Duchess
The I AM was a very enlightening experience. It is also the very first time I have written in response to an external prompt.

I AM
by Spirit Duchess

I am focused on the twist in my coils.
I wonder if I could survive long enough to know.
I hear birds singing in time with my moments.
I see her face laughing at me.
I want to rub my body away.
I am focused on the twist in my coils.

I pretend to be in lust.
I feel the urge to fall to my darkest sides.
I touch fur course and fine with each hand.
I worry that someone will know me.
I cry from some scream holed in my chest.
I am focused on the twist in my coils.

I understand that heart and mind are the same.
I say what is never heard.
I dream to fly free.
I try to smile like once came all day.
I hope to laugh at all that I pray.
I am focused on the twist in my coils.

Being severely allergic to the constriction of templates, I offer the following "I am" representations in my own format for your entertainment:
"The High Pompitous" 
"Snowflake" 

Let the creativity flow from your soul!
Dave

NIGHT THOUGHTS

I do not sleep the long smooth sleeps of childhood now
Tight filled with wispy lights and gentle joys,
With black teeth dripping icy frights,
With colored flapping flying toys
And fields of copper glinting dragons
Lolling beneath purple suns
On downs of golden chest high grass
Which hang above a clear green sea
That foams at cliffs of tinted glass.
Still, some nights I launch myself from rooftops
Flying in a swift and silent glide
Above the tiny streets to land again and launch again
And feel the freedom and delight
Of soaring, floating through the night.
Mostly now I taste my sleeps in smaller bites.
I slide in short swift skirmishes
Between the long and lonely memories
And the desperations crystalized
On the velvet matrix of the night

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Thank you for a fine newsletter, some great reading and highlighting my poem.

I am Ready

I am creative and determined
I wonder what makes things work.
I hear the ticking, clanging, and bumping noises of things around me.
I hear the ideas I'm formulating buzzing around in my brain.
I see things and people working in unison.
I want to show the world what I (can do) and know.
I am creative and determined.

I pretend I'm working on experiments in a lavatory.
I feel the smooth surfaces of polished metals and finely sanded wood.
I worry that this will all be just a dream.
I cry knowing thinking of those who have gone before me.
I am creative and determined.

I understand that I will have to work hard to make my "dreams" come true.
I say "bring it on! I can do it!"
I dream that I'll get that white lavatory coat.
I'll try to makes things happen in my life.
I hope that I will be successful.
I am creative and determined.

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