The Pen Is Just So Much Mightier
I could never explain how I feel
On air, waves of sounds escaping what I could no longer hear
Aggravation lingers on the tongue
How it burns, perpetually, embedding anger on taste buds
I will remember the taste of defeat, eternally
Dull, so Dull, hums this high pitched
Innocence
If I can't tell my story in the voice that I want to
I’d rather be silent
forever
The pen flows so easily
Blackest inks stain my felt tip
Passion! How it twists my heart into complicated
Mazes, interlocking, crisscrossing
Things I’ve never thought of before
The blood of contemplation runs clear as diamonds caught in eclipses
Torrents of ecstasy,
Free falling
over
J
A
G
Ged rocks, waterfalls, creating Prisms
Bam, Bam, Bam
Relives pressures on joints that hold
Industrial hearts together, oil may no longer ease this
New age technological emotion on addictive highs
I never even knew of until I thought about it
Two Double Oh Seven for sure
I consider myself to be something
I’m not really sure of
But I do love to imply mystery in reflections that others see
Honestly, complexity isn’t my best asset, only others believe this is what I am
As long as I believe in what I stand for
It is fine if my tongue flails but my pen soars
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