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Poetry (Pint-Sized Poem #18)
Words bleeding...
Mind racing...
Thoughts tracing...
Heart beating...
Emotions and thought, fly across my mind.
Thinking of truths to say,to justify my lies.
Remembering stories to tell, that are hidden deep in my mind.
Thinking of people that I want to tell, a message or a lesson to through my words...
My illusions, my metaphors, my similies and my imagery...
These are my thoughts, they are the paints.
My fingertips are the brush, the world is my canvas.
And poetry isn't just a form of art, it's a form of soul and heart.
Form of life.
Form of death.
Form of meaning.
And a life well spent.
Mind racing...
Thoughts tracing...
Heart beating...
Emotions and thought, fly across my mind.
Thinking of truths to say,to justify my lies.
Remembering stories to tell, that are hidden deep in my mind.
Thinking of people that I want to tell, a message or a lesson to through my words...
My illusions, my metaphors, my similies and my imagery...
These are my thoughts, they are the paints.
My fingertips are the brush, the world is my canvas.
And poetry isn't just a form of art, it's a form of soul and heart.
Form of life.
Form of death.
Form of meaning.
And a life well spent.
Published 16th Mar 2012
| Edited 15th Sep 2017
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