My Head of Words
My Head of Words
Down the block around the corner is where I left my head....my head I said...face red...crying letter filled tears...these words I see...I write them down for hear cheers....cut to the shape of my mind distant from where I stand....I must of
planned these simple finding words....never tripping...but gripping...latching on
to this constant conscience consequences...that leaves me with no hope but I cope with **** in my mind...nonsense....yeah I know but this bean-stalk of words
continue to grow...no sense of direction...forming a new out look discretion....
whats my motivation....life....life is beautiful...but hard....rewarded to us by God....
I guard my words with my mind...so no one could see...judge...laugh...point...so I used to write for me....now I write for Poetry Soup...and...my new friends of poetry
By:Peter T. DeSpirito
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