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Smudge

If you could write your life in pencil,

How much simpler things would be.

When it is turned upside-down,

the slate is wiped clean!

 

But then again..

writing in pen could be fulfilling too.

If the situation comes around again

a quick glance back will tell you what to do.

 

But what if your desire

is for your mark to appear darker?

Then might I suggest, my friend,

a big.

fat.

black.

sharpie marker?

 

 

Alas, these utensils have one piece in common.

and that piece is this:

The output seeps from that which is within.

as does the humans mouth reflect the heart's desire;

reveals the power;the soul; what lights our fire!

 

understand it, can you? can I?

can we unlock our own secrets?

can we even try?

 

but maybe then, if we do, and have anything left.

we can say our words right.

and extend a helping hand, but with a heart contrite.

to assist others in comprehending their plight.

and then.

 

in the end.

 

maybe our words will be put into pen.

or pencil

 

or

big.

fat.

black.

sharpie marker.

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brett-a-bertles
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Published
Jan 25, 2010
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