Dear Anonymous

February 9, 2010
By Stephanie.Marie GOLD, Manasss, Virginia
Stephanie.Marie GOLD, Manasss, Virginia
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Favorite Quote:
"you wasted life why wouldn't you waste the after life" modest mouse.

I twist my words around. I make them a liquid. I turn them into water to make them pure. My words flow. But I had to make them this way.
I had to make them approachable. Easy on the eyes.
If it was up to me I would throw the words on the page. No sense would be made.
No one would read these crushed words though. abandoned words.
I try hard to make these words clear though. To let them fly around your ears.
To sugar coat the words with envious desires. Just to entertain.
Make this poem an easy read for the lazy eyes of the lazy people. But why you may ask?
To be heard.
I try. And I try. And I try.
My words mean more to me than to anyone else. I soon realize how ridiculous it is.
How ridiculous it is to want to be heard so badly my words turn into lies.
My words though are hard to understand. Maybe not written the best way.
Even when I understand it. Does it matter if you don’t understand it?
As long as it is out there. As long as it makes an impact on someone.
As long as my opinion bleeds through and stains your eyes somehow.
Maybe it won’t affect you. But it will affect someone.
My words. They are mine. And all mine.
I cross my tiny fingers. I hold my breathe and wait.
Your reaction. It might just be fate.
And for now. I believe this is a goodbye.
For my opinion is mine.
And for my words they are mine.
All mine.

Thank you.

The author's comments:
writers block inspired this piece.

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