I'm dedicated to the pen my Poetry makes words that come alive, so please let's smile take a moment and think for a while.


I want to cry as I smile writing this poem the words are coming from a place that iv never known. Hide and sick as the words play games that I'm supposed to know.


Have you ever wrote poetry in the snow and not known were it's gonna go. Has your soul told you secrets that you only know? 


I'm Dedicated yes I got to write I go to sleep get lost in a dream my poetry still writes. Eyes open up in the morning craving to write.


Dedicated to this medication my pen gives me all the time. Shaking like an addict craving to write addicted to many letters the words feel so write.


I bit my lips as I write my hands cuddle this pen, words from my poem book have come alive. I see when you read my poem your thoughts stop thinking and start speaking.


How amazing are the words you been reading from the beginning, a simple question with many answers searching for a meaning. 


Poetry with out my words becomes lost and confused so naked poetry becomes a mess. 


Im an addict Dedicated to the story the words keep telling, read Dedication again many story's on one page like the scars on my pen when it thinks every day 


JidosReality 4.4.15