I write for the sheer joy of expressing myself
A palette of words to paint a thought
A feast for your palate adventures have brought
To have you cry with me
Or share in my laughter
To feel the giddines of love
Over and over
To agree or disagree
It doesn't quite matter
To share is enough
Not a game who is better
I just want you to read and see my words for what they are
A part of me I've let you see
Even some hidden scars
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I love writing.. How words play in my head like a wonderful symphony just aching to be written. There are days when I seem to write better when I'm torn and confused.. Poetry is like a tide that washes away all emotional imprints that mar the sand that is your soul..
My poems are thoughts. That come from my mind. Some of them dirty. Some can be kind. I can write fiction. Or even the truth. My sexual poems. Go through the roof. Sometimes you won't like.
So apparently I need to learn to rhyme, So what if I can't it's not a crime, Maybe I need to go back to school, Then over lyrical perfection I can drool, Or maybe I just write what I feel, That way...
Hand me my pencil, let me write. Forget the pad and phone. Scribble down some words tonight. And make them all your own. Write a poem to a lover. A story or an ode. As long as someone or another.
Maybe one day I'll conquer this fear. And get my arse past first gear. My way to express. The feelings I suppress. Is to rhyme. Time after time. But locked away. Forever and a day. In my secret book.
So much to say, So little time, Express it all, With simple rhyme. Or make it new, By Flaunting Style, Top it off, With a little smile.
It's placing ones all With pen onto paper Airing your thoughts For lovers and haters It can be escapism When pain plays a role Writing it out Cleansing the soul Exorcizing the demons That reside...
I'm here to write. Something from the heart. The words must be perfect. Writing is an art. I'm here to write. And learn from others. To get inspiration from you all. Kids, dads, or mothers.
Flow. Like the sea and the sand and a pen in my hand, Flow. Like the stars and the moon lighting up the gloom, Flow. I hope these words never stop else I think I will pop, Flow.
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