Know me through my poetry

May 16, 2008
I communicate by a language that cannot be spoken
It is a language that has no use for the tongue
Yet can tell what I feel,think, and believe
Watch my pencil play on the papper as a creation is born stroke by stroke
I can tell of the moon that holds mysteries in its crevices
or I can describe my greatest fears that haunt me through the days and nights
Those are my boundaries
I speak in a manner that your ears cannot hear
I speak through written words
I speak through my poetry

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