Find Who Ur.
I find words that dance in my head, words I let flow on this key board and on this sit,
poems?I find that hard to be, the lines the phrases are thoughts that come out of me,
words that I don't, won't, couldn't, and will not say they just are there for me to write,
no one knows, I write in the early hours of the morning that is when what is in side flows
free,
I love looking at things people don't see,love-life-loss-pain-joy-and roses oh so sweet,
merely a shell of the person I use to be,no longer looking out from behind cold eyes,
but looking from my eyes now I see,all the beauty, and what it is to be complete,
to savor a moment,touch a life time, hold eternity to spread my wings and fly,
with these words on this site I am...?
here you can't see me to judge me, I can't be heard to not be listened to, here I just write,
out loud I can't say how hurt I fill,how scared at times I am, or how I some times I need
a hand,
in poetry I find strength,courage, meaning, in poetry I find the coat I need at night,
off this site I'm some one who won't let any one in,a clown with a grin,
people believe I know not, no one knows- I've lived in hate walked in blood and lost,
soft,calm, some one who knows no better, no one sees are hears the person within,
when I lost I chose to let all my anger go,I have no hate,no remorse, I paid the cost,
stepped on walked over disrespected, but inside I'm happy...to me it doesn't matter,
I could ...?but why? all it is,is hate,love lifted me to new heights why turn back,
I will admit at times I would like to unleash the foundation of my soul he who is black,
but he's buried in pages of the words I wrote, lost in the words I scattered,
I just fill sad for those who hurt, I fill bad for those who do not see, helpless and lonely
pain turned to anger,a loss turned to hate, and love unbelievable to a scared heart,
some times you can't make it on your own, we all need to be,in life there is no only ,
just some one lost in side- if we all could see this it would be a good start,
I have no need to tell you my story to show you my wounds are my roads stains,
the past is where we look back for at times we forget how old we are,
its not how we weather the storm but how we learn to dance and sing in the rain,
hope-faith-dreams-to just believe look inside...it isn't too far.
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