i feel pretty safe
in my writers shell
and i keep all my thoughts close
that only my mind could tell.
i wanna try something different
something bolder and out of key
but i'm afraid what might
come out of me.
imagine that..
a petrified writer
with thoughts and words
and pizazz like knight rider.
but so afraid
of what the truth may say
so i bide upon the words
that others lay.
then i look at "e.b" (wink!)
who's so awesomely fearless
a bag full of thoughts and dreams
and it ain't even Christmas
(yet)
still, i keep everything hidden
in a place no one can reach
waters still, nothing's changed
like the golden sand on the beach.
yet i want to break open
this writer's shell
i want to share stories
that only my soul can tell
i want to feel free
to maximize my expression
but it's all trapped inside me
my curse is my blessing.
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2 comments:
absolutely...
wait, who's this B guy?
Um..yep,
it won't come out,
yep,
blessing and curse, yep,
it seems to be our choice.
And, yep, we must be carefully
guarded,
for self protection,
to find that line,
know when to hold um,
when to vent um,
when to keep the silence,
when to get real close,
when to spill our guts,
when to run like hell,
yep, you're right on track.
correction "e.b" the ever-changing :) ..i'm glad you feel me...got inspiration for this from your piece...."words come"...the on-going battle of a writer within themselves..
thanks for dropping by on a rainy saturday night..
KWAI
peace.
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