I live a life filled with many things
I give my friends, family, strangers advice
But never myself
I give thoughts to feelings that arnt mine
Poetry is how I compose myself
No-one can understand the words i speak
No-one can understand the thoughts in my mind
Pen and paper are allies
In the battle of my world to keep my sanity
If i couldnt write the bad goings on
Id let it grind me down, take away parts of me
That im trying to re-surface.
Why cant he just realise thats why?
With the pen in hand I concentrate and release
Anger,pain,love or loss
Darkness, the light, cheerful or depressed
They flow from my mind to the blank paper before
With feelings down i can now review
But now im scared of what is written
Its not me, I can do better
Guess I should listen that im also screwing up
But no wait, im going to fight
Im going to take the pen into my hand
Im going to confront bad thoughts cropping up
So here I sit writing this poem
A contest entry
- How Do You Write? by strangerforeigner.
450 points, ended February 22, 2008, 20 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
what ya think?
Comments
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This poem was awesome. God bless you my very loving and caring friend. Best wishes to you in the contest. I hope that you win. It most definitely deserves it.
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this type of write was exacty what I was looking for in this contest! Thanks for sharing and good luck!
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I agree it is a good way to let all your emotions out. This is a great piece hunni, good luck with it
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i like it
poetry is a great release....when you put your thoughts on paper and they are from the soul, no poem is a bad one...this was great
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