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In poetry, I open the pod of my heart,
freely,
without fear,
I show who I am.
poetry has been a welcoming, warm space in times of depression and sadness.
dare I write to touch souls,
leave my soul-prints on hearts?
inspire, create, teach, drown?
I falter, but I will. I have to.
sometimes, as a poet, you just want to give up!! no inspiration, writers' block, you know the drill! :)
I can't figure myself out
I hangout with thugs
I dress like a prep
I act like a blonde
I read books
I write poems
I dance like I'm in a hip hop  video
I listen to punk rock
I have different hobbies from my friends
I love them too death
They love me too death
Yet they don really know me
I feel complicated
  Sep 2014 Blackheat deShanti
David
library delight
lost in sweet daydreaming trance
tranquil hours flowing
copyright David August 29, 2014
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