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Let Them Read

I try to speak, but no one stays, They turn their backs, avoid my gaze. Too dark, too sharp, I push too far, They shake their heads, say "you are bizarre." My thoughts don’t drift, they strike like waves, Unravel deep, then fold in caves. Too many edges, too much strain, Too loud to bend, too raw to tame. They call me bold, they call me cold. Too many truths, too uncontrolled. My words cut deep, they stain the skin, A mark too raw to sink within. They come too fast, they carve too steep, They leave them breathless—call me a creep. So now I carve the lines instead, Ink for the thoughts that go unsaid. If they won’t hear, then let them read— The weight I bear, the words I bleed.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2025




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Date: 2/24/2025 3:37:00 PM
Every time a word stains my skin I just use Spray n Wash. Try it sometime!
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Aarron Tuckett
Date: 2/25/2025 3:03:00 AM
I usually wear red, or use baking soda
Date: 2/24/2025 2:29:00 PM
Rhyming and poetry of the highest order Aaron. Cheers - Gary
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Aarron Tuckett
Date: 2/25/2025 3:08:00 AM
Thank you, Gary. I appreciate you taking the time to read it. Aarron

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