May 23, 2009
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I have my life written on a wall,
and words that hang from the ceiling,
Casting shadows in a room,
In a white room with black words.


I have words that flow through my dreams,
Words that dance
into the night and through the trees,
White words against a black sky.


I have words that never leave my lips.
Words never leave my lips.
Words that can escape only through my hands.
Black words against white paper.


I have words that live in the dark.
Words that cannot see the light,
Words that creep into your thoughts,
White words against black thoughts.


I have my life written on a wall
Because words cannot escape my lips.
I have words hanging on the ceiling,
So only my thoughts can reach them.


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CharlesR93 said...
May 30, 2009 at 2:10 pm
i'm amazed how thr rythm can be kept so well with singlular words placed after each stanza.
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