Pen

The pen bleeds my feelings I have deep within
The struggles I face between good and sin
Forever indenting the piece of paper with its ink
My feelings deep within feeling as if I were to sink

I will show you my true emotions the further you read
My life may be dark but with God I lead
Down the road of the unknown always twisting and turning
Never reaching out because human interaction isn't what I'm yearning

Dreams I've never dreamt have now came into the light
Yet I cower behind trees silhouttes in the night
Always having my dreams out of my reach
The pain burns as if I ingested bleach

My words are never spoken but only written
Did you know I don't like kittens
Some say I'm nuts for the things I write
It sends a shiver down their spine and sends them into a state of fright

Only questions arise from my mind as to why
Does everything that happens someone may die
Or that my emotions seem to get me into more trouble
Always placed upon lifes poppable bubble

Always getting kicked down to square one
Is it because I've taken life for granted and having to much fun
I don't know but it's really getting old
Would I be crazy if I was to be bold

And leap on out a ledge and yell to you all
Live prosperous and with love before I fall
For tonight my darling pen we will let them see
On this paper I shall set my soul free



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Artie commented on Pen

07-19-2009

WOW!! This really grabbed me. You are such a good writer. One of my new favorites. 10 from me.

scrye commented on Pen

07-15-2009

Cowboy, i can't find a word to describe what this poem says to me so i won't even try. Beautifully written and stanzas are again well placed rhymes. Everything perfect a 10 easily.

lilpoeticgirl commented on Pen

07-15-2009

I like this poem. It reads well. The last stanza shouldn't ot be "On this paper I shall set my soul free" and not Onthis paper I shall set my sould free"?

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Walt Whitman, American Poet (1819-1892)

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