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Now keep in mind that Im an artist and Im sensitive about my ish. Every since I was young I always wrote poems, songs, and short stories. So of course when asked what I wanted to be when I grew up my first intial reaction was to say writer. Overtime the responses to that answer changed me, but never changed my way of thinking. I was told, "to be a writer was an impractical dream." And "Writing should be a hobby not a career." But in the words of my favorite artist I believe "if they don't know your dreams, then they can't shoot them down". Writing is more than just a passion to me. Like air, it flows thru me. It's my reason for life, my reason to live. My poems are like my diary, how I view the world, life, and love. So feel free to read my poems. Take a look at things thru my eyes, my dreams and my thoughts from living life with my head in the clouds.

Wednesday, August 29, 2012

Silence

The tears I cry Shall soon be dry They leave warm moist traces down my face. Face, what a word. Its what I need to do. Yes, face my fears and dry my tears. But if I bottle up myself I just might become someone else. Should I just leek and weep. Or stand there in silence. What wrong they’ll ask But I’ll just walk past, Trembling in fear Ignoring what they say to me letting it flow rite thru my ears. Still trembling terrorized and I’ll just keep shaking. This is just a bad dream right, I’ll soon be awaking Bad dream, I wish, but no this is life. So I come out of the dark but remain in Silence.

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