ITS IN MY SOUL TO EXPPRESS MY INNER THOUGHTS

THAT SCREAMING VOICE THAT NO ONE CAN TOUCH 

TAKES OVER MY FINGERS 

THAT BRINGS NO FEAR 

IM UNTOUCHABLE WHEN I HAVE A PEN NEAR 

CREATIVE WRITING IS NOT ALL WHAT ITS CALLED 

HOW ABOUT DREAMING FOR TALANT THAT WONT NEVER CALL 

THE LIFESTYLE I AM IN IS SO DANGER-US 

SO I ATTACK THE PAPER LIKE A SPEAR 

SOME CALL IT  OUT-RAGE-US

BUT THROUGH MY SOUL I CALL IT 

CO-RAGE-US. 

BECAUSE DURING MY COURSE OF ACTION 

THE WORLD IS BLIND FOLDED 

I HAVE MANY STORIES INSIDE THAT WILL NEVER BE SPOKEN

BECAUSE YOU ARE MY PRIVATE  FEIRCE 

MY BLINGING TEAR 

I LOVE YOU LITTLE BALCK BOOK 

YOU ARE MY LISTENING EAR 

THE PAGES YOU CARRY ARE ALL MY

BURDONS AND WORRIES 

YOUR MY SOUL SURVIOVOR

THATS WHY I TELL YOU MANY MANY STORIES

YOU KNOW MY HIGHEST

LIKE GOING OFF TO COLLEGE

YOU KNOW MY LOWEST LIKE LOSSING MY MIND

BECAUSE I WAS DEEPLY MORNING 

BUT WHEN ITS ALL OVER I WILL BURRY YOU 

AND OPEN A NEW PAGE AND START SOME-THING NEW 

ITS MULTIPLE GENERATIONS OF YOU 

BUT THE NEXT PAGE I FLIP 

I WILL NAME IT BLUE ! 

IT GETS LIGHTER, AND LIGHTER 

BECAUSE I GROW UP AND GET WISER AND WISER 

THATS WHY I WRITE TO YOU !