You see I twist my wrist
to make words of proverbs
So you can bask in my bliss
Because I want to enlist
You into my life.
With pen in hand
I command
The world.
Make things my own.
When I write
I can be grown
Or a little girl.
I create what I want.
I can make the word back mean front,
Bottom mean top and cold mean hot.
I am the ruler when I write.
Because when I don't
I lay on my bed and cry
And I wonder why
But the answer won't come to me
Until I write. Then everythings alright.
So I place a pen in my hand to command
A world that doesn't allow me to
Speak aloud. I write to remain proud.
A contest entry
- Be A New Favorite II by CarolDesjarlais.
600 points, ended June 7, 2007, 17 entries
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Comments
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nicely done and ty for entering.
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