(2013)
describing Pen-To-Paper therapy ...
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I touch everything yet I feel not… But my life is not a blur I could say that I choose what I… I could say that love conquers all… Shattering every time they separat…
I swear, from the moment he opene… Spoke so softly with enough intell… And I thought to my savior, “God,… Something so perfect could not be… And those lips
A man who is a poet is one who is… One who craves love underneath his… So much that he would scratch the… A man who is a poet believes that… That he must hold it in his hands…
But do not hold everything To appear strong, Let everything go, To become light Not for the sake of restoration bu…
Every time I see you, there is so… Like the way your aroma gives me c… And how it feels to wanna kiss you… To wanna love you right but so una… Or how it hurts when you walk away…
I would have written a poem with t… But he doesn’t move me With him, I am either standing st… Maybe we just need to talk Maybe that’s it
I’m walking with my eyes closed to… And my chest open Thought I’d feel the breeze throu… Making sounds like wind chimes Wanted to feel the warmth of the s…
There was a fire in his eyes that… But by the effects of many things Not a rage, nor malice, Nor hatred of anything He had experienced much but was he…
I’m a caged free spirit I find fun where ever it can’t be… I’m petite and a little awkward Random in my actions Random in my ways
“This ain’t love”, she tells me, Only indulging in me when it benef… “This ain’t real”, she cries, “Only seeing the things I’ve done… Only appreciating me when struggle…
There are some things I’ve writte… I hope I never have to read again But I do not forget, I’ll have to find myself again Someday
It’s like we’re meeting for the ve… Like you were never mine And I was never yours Hugging me, holding me Like you’ve never seen me before
All types of writing has guideline… All poetry seems to have some sort… Vocabulary must be up to par, Each stanza having its specific or… The way I see it,
Come touch me in violating ways so… My identity lies in defilement and… Come say you love me and then scor… Come caress my nonexistent self es… I wanna burn with deceitful passio…
Can I have another chance? To know you, To love you, To let your love rain down on me? Did I miss the storm?