April 15, 2011
Sweeping crisp black-white pages

No grey areas

A different world
An adventure untold

A mystery unsolved

An art piece waiting to be seen
With every word I read

I release beauty

Into my soul.
With every word documented

the lives and worlds I create

may breathe on their own.
Lovely, delicate, kind, thoughts

A melodic voice singing

of all my desires, hopes, sweet dreams.
Rough, loud, boisterous, violent thoughts

An invading roar screams

madness of my nightmares.

all thoughts

become one

in my poems.

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maddiecochran said...
May 18, 2011 at 2:15 pm
Thank you so very much! I definantly will.
Sunset said...
May 17, 2011 at 1:48 pm
this is absolutely the most amazing poem i've read all day. keep writing:)
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