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I Write Because

I am the writer that you think I am Sad words written on a lonely page sporadically through a sleepless night Alike to Tasty words poored out like savored wine that was aged for the same occasion I don't like to drink alone Cheers I write to do battle with my demons Like an army collapsing upon itself fighting for power The speeches given by the soldiers in my head are screamed the loudest But those angry words fall to the ground And they are trampled on Back space or crumple It's a civil war that needed to be fought When I write I find myself I look amongst the ruins, focusing only on the first fire I need to survive the night Slim hope made fat by a narcissitic design And I am warm I write because I believe that even the human race in itself was a heart felt expression All of us have a spark of life more valuable then the flesh and bones around us The sun, the moon and the stars The waters, the food we eat, and the air we breathe were all made to cradle this creation of me Of you And we are a creative species ourselves Gravity is not a prison But where else would we go? Telescopes as far as the robotic eye can see! And have we seen a better more beautiful world? We go to the moon and even send machines to Mars We bring back rocks as dead as the blackness that goes on forever It makes me think we are favored here On earth a vibrant sun is rising non-stop A flower blooming with only hints to the growing masterpiece The sun is setting somewhere else upon calm waters A bird has sensed it is his last flight south And time slows down The season greets him with open doors that never close He feels every feather he ever had and remembers everything he ever saw He leaves with a song on his lips that still gets sung to the first dawn that finds him missing I write because I can take the world and see what I want to see All across the surface of this place there are many spheres of life For every set of eyes that digest the same one There is different music to every ear that interprets the same song And a differrent ground to walk on for every foot that treads the same path It is true a picture can say a thousand words, But I still want to say them And so I write

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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Date: 4/2/2019 11:25:00 PM
Wow! so personal; so soul searching. The bird on his last flight.
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Kyle Kriticos
Date: 4/10/2019 2:58:00 AM
thank you for reading it i appreciate it :)
Date: 12/20/2016 9:12:00 PM
Omg. Kyle that was so beautiful to read. It took me into my imagination as a bird that could fly into outer space. looking apon the dimensions of creation ..then back to the beginning of my imagination again. flippin. Im in love with this poem. Kyle.
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Kyle Kriticos
Date: 1/17/2017 2:18:00 AM
Comments like that keep me writing hehehe thanks!
Date: 11/17/2016 10:57:00 PM
And so you write , Kyle, the last sentence says it all. Your out pour words from your soul I enjoyed :-)
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Kyle Kriticos
Date: 1/17/2017 2:19:00 AM
I definitely felt i poured myself out here too thanks for your comment!
Date: 10/31/2016 6:03:00 PM
Beautiful...
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Kyle Kriticos
Date: 1/17/2017 2:19:00 AM
Thanks pal!

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