I’m a poet and through ink my life is shared for all to see, you must understand that my poetry is me.
Stone is the paper that reflects my pain and Oh so hard life, the ink is the endless flow of tears that continue me to write.
Poetry is the only way for me to express my fear, my love, my pain and my heart.
Me and poetry can never part.
I call my poems pieces, pieces of my life. Pieces of my pain and strife.
At the end of my life when I’m old and gray someone lost will find my poetry and read on to live another day.
Please don't tell me of any errors in this poem, just speak of the piece itself and why you decided to comment. Thank You for respecting me.
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I love the rhythm and rhyme in this piece! Sorry I haven't been by in a bit *hangs head in shame* I have truly been quite busy and spending time catching up!
I believe this piece shares with us a bit of you, like you invited us in for a spell so we could get to know you a little better. This was wonderful work!
~Tia
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nice
I decided to comment because I like the flow and how you kept your connection thru out showing how the two really are one. One written one flesh yet the same to love one you have embrace them both. Simple clean
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Thanks
for taking the time to comment on this poem. I really feel this way and I know that many poets on this site feel the same including you. Thanks!!!!!!!!!!!
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