I Am Poetry
From the softness of my delicate fingers I write through my pain.My feelings are placed on paper to reflect my happiness, lost. longing, love, and gain.
You know me from my words, but the person within is far more complex.
Physically I am strong, mentally we all are capable of something so wrong.
Poetry bleeds through paper and infinite lines,and devastates boundaries
Share my pen if you will,
enter at your own risk,the meek, the deaf, and the blind.
Words are meant to be heard, as music is meant to be played,
What sound will your pen make when it thrashes against the pavement of the world?
For all of the poets who wish to be heard, or wish to rated with a kind word,
speak with your heart and your mind will follow,
allow yourself to enter the dimensions of lust, love,happiness, and pain,
because you are poetry, and your message will be heard again.
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