Poetry

March 25, 2009
By Pencial GOLD, Wilmington, North Carolina
Pencial GOLD, Wilmington, North Carolina
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I dream of
poetry
and awake
to it
eating breakfest
while it tells
me how it's
waited

For me to
return to
a place
called
Litercy
where the mind
is always known
as a
Beautiful thing

I watch for
poetry
as it
swims by
Catch it when I
can never
bare hand
always usein
a pen or pencial

I live for
poetry
it's another
way out
a way to
escape all the
drama & the
pain of
a paper
balled up with
words crossed out
cause it didnt
make since
now whats that
all about

I write
poetry
it's air I
breathe I
bet if I
tried hard
I could be it's
seed
But for now
I'll accept
being known as one of
thee
the ones who
are known as
the Artist of
Poetry

-Eon


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