So I open up my notebook and pick up a pen
Before I know it I’m at it again
Spilling out all my feelings and emotions
They come over me like the waves of the ocean
They cloud my judgment and take over my mind
These crazy thoughts that are so unkind
Plots to ruin all those around me
Who refuse to just let me be
They made my life a living hell
They refuse to see me doing well
They spread so many rumors and so many lies
As I sit her I just ask myself why?
Why did I have to suffer at such a young age?
Why did they have to treat me this way?
There’s no way in hell I’ll allow myself to cry
I’ll be dammed; I have way too much pride
So I open up my notebook and pick up a pen
Before I know it I’m at it again
I let my imagination take over my mind
I let my imagination run far and wild
I search within myself for peace and serenity
The things that I know will allow me to be free
They flow through my body and spill on the page
They calm my storm, my lightening rage
I can now concentrate on the positive things
I feel so free I can spread my wings
And go to the most wonderful place to be
Where happy spirits float around free
I can write about beauty that comes from within
And how it goes much deeper than the skin
Proud father’s that shower their babies with affection
And teach them all of life’s valuable lessons
I told you beauty was only skin deep
I even invited you in to take a peep
I told you about the time my fears came true
And how I didn’t know what to do
About a father looking down on his daughter from above
Even from up there, he showed her love
I warned you all to change your ways
And told you to have a blessed day
All these things I write come from my rage
I guess I write best on my worse days
So I open up my notebook and pick up a pen
Before I know it I’m at it again
This is when I let things be
This when I am the real me
The time when my creativity flows
And I write whatever, anything goes
I shed my tears through my ink pen
And forget about what happened back then
No one can change who I’ve become
With writing my life has just begun
To set my mind and body at ease
My paper and pen is all I need
I have a new life I’ve given to myself
I no longer worry about anyone else
And they’re thoughts of me and how I should be
I just let my pen and paper set me free
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Written August 23rd, 2004
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Everything I write here is a draft. I like to post and get comments and work on it some more. Thanks so much for your comments.
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I believe that everytime I pick up my pen and start to scribble words on a piece of paper, I had to coppy it in this comment because I cant just pick one part that I likee the best!!!! tears
So I open up my notebook and pick up a pen
Before I know it I’m at it again
Spilling out all my feelings and emotions
They come over me like the waves of the ocean
They cloud my judgment and take over my mind
These crazy thoughts that are so unkind
Plots to ruin all those around me
Who refuse to just let me be
They made my life a living hell
They refuse to see me doing well
They spread so many rumors and so many lies
As I sit her I just ask myself why?
Why did I have to suffer at such a young age?
Why did they have to treat me this way?
There’s no way in hell I’ll allow myself to cry
I’ll be dammed; I have way too much pride
So I open up my notebook and pick up a pen
Before I know it I’m at it again
I let my imagination take over my mind
I let my imagination run far and wild
I search within myself for peace and serenity
The things that I know will allow me to be free
They flow through my body and spill on the page
They calm my storm, my lightening rage
I can now concentrate on the positive things
I feel so free I can spread my wings
And go to the most wonderful place to be
Where happy spirits float around free
I can write about beauty that comes from within
And how it goes much deeper than the skin
I can write about havens of love
How everything fits perfect like a glove
Proud father’s that shower their babies with affection
And teach them all of life’s valuable lessons
I told you beauty was only skin deep
I even invited you in to take a peep
I told you about the time my fears came true
And how I didn’t know what to do
About a father looking down on his daughter from above
Even from up there, he showed her love
I warned you all to change your ways
And told you to have a blessed day
All these things I write come from my rage
I guess I write best on my worse days
So I open up my notebook and pick up a pen
Before I know it I’m at it again
This is when I let things be
This when I am the real me
The time when my creativity flows
And I write whatever, anything goes
I shed my tears through my ink pen
And forget about what happened back then
No one can change who I’ve become
With writing my life has just begun
To set my mind and body at ease
My paper and pen is all I need
I have a new life I’ve given to myself
I no longer worry about anyone else
And they’re thoughts of me and how I should be
I just let my pen and paper set me free -
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I like this one. It has lots of great potential. I think if you gave it a second look you could really turn it into something great. Still, it is quite good. -
Thank you so much. I wrote this poem out of frustration, writing helps me so much. And yes poetry is a healer, I really do release a lot when I write. I'm so glad I found this site. Thanks again,
Dee -
Awesome write...I love the theme lines:
So I open up my notebook and pick up a pen
Before I know it I’m at it again
This poem speaks to a lot of us here...poetry is such a healer...such a release...awesome expression diction flow and rhyme...unforced (just the way I like it) Kickin'
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Thank you so much for taking the time to read my work. This piece is based on day to day life, my trials and tribulations and my motivations. I agree, I hope the last thing I ever do is write a poem. Thanks again,
Sporadic -
Excellent poetry. I read through this a few times. You highlight all the important things in life.I hope the last thing I ever do is write a poem
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Great Dee, you always amaze me with your intellectual writes. I liked how you combined all your previous poems into this one poem. That was pretty unique and cool too. I love how the first two lines of each verse are alike. The imagination is a powerful thing that allows us to create such beauty with our words. Two thumbs up for this one Dee, Avril
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