A Pen and Paper
All I've ever had is a pen and a paper
take my skin off and you'll
see right beneath the follicles
are words, words are all I've ever
know. I don't trust many people
in life but my heart beats harder
just discribing what real emotion
feels like. All day every day I feel
like running away but no matter
how far I run similes and sonnets
seem to follow me. Poetry isn't going
anywhere it's like cancer in the brain
and if I try to dissect a piece out
it will only make me insane. I fell
in love the day I realized poetry
made me brave. How eloquently
I could discribe my deepest pains.
It makes the pouring rain simmer into a
light drizzle and when I was sad it would
make the shame fizzle. I just wouldn't be
the same without it. It's like my oxygen,
it has the same affect as a cigarette
without the toxins. It's a constant
reminder as my heart beats this
is what I live for, this is me.
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