Can these our lives be caught in scribbled lines?
They will not catch the moments spent resting
Or our time spent walking from stall to stall
Nor the conversations and quietude testing-
For these are languages limitations
And the fate of wanting full expression
For we cannot send thoughts or sensations
And fully feel the feelings of others
But can I attempt, in prose or in lines,
To replicate these fears and affections
With hope of keeping a dearer friend
Whose presence shifts my thoughts directions
With quiet strength o’er powering foes
Whose presence lingers e’er she goes
May 2014
From my poetry collection "Living, Loving, Dying". The full collection is available on Amazon.
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Most people talk about things that bother them as a way to vent their emotions, another way is through writing. As I sit writing in my car, I ponder how much writing, in itself, has helped me become the person I am today. I have endless amounts of pages filled with poems, stories, and sometimes random blurbs. Writing is a window into your soul. The simple action of writing has benefited me; by helping me to achieve a better memory, helping me to learn and grow intellectually, and helping me to communicate my emotions.
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