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Sleek black pen
And
Pearly white paper
Ready to write
But
Out of words
Sharpened pencil
In the sun,
My skin gets darker,
But that is not my fault,
The heat,
Makes people uncomfortable,
But that is not my fault,
Kids play with water,
As though we have some to spare,
Pay attention to the sunlight,
the sunlight is the most warm, visible radiation of all.
Down, down into the darkness it goes- the hot, the tender, the close.
Hard work, you can get anywhere if you have it
It is something you have to admit
And if you commit
Surely you will be happy
And I can bet
I have everything.
I own nothing.
In the reality of the world,
this is my only truth,
this is the only thing I know
to be true.
Everything is available to me.
There are no limits.
I keep thinking poetry is this pretty little box.
Pack it in and place a pretty bow on top.
Hey guys, here's an idea, something witty here.
Write whatever you want.
She sits with me everyday
Follows me everywhere I go
Swaying her feet back and forth on the swings
Though, I've never seen her swing
Its like she wants to learn how
But why
To hear you breathe
To kiss your face
To see you sleep
To walk your pace
To be your need
To be your amazing grace
I'd give anything for one more day
Every thought.
Every dream, every hope, every fear unheard- silently hidden within one's self. A soft, slow grumble tumbling up and courageously out- voiced through lead and chalk, ink and paper.
No longer a thought.
How it looks, how it is prepared, how it smells is why we eat it
Crumbs may fall and we scrap our plates bit by bit
Its hits our mouth and our taste buds are in love
Something this good is totally undreamed of
