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ten years of writing and sharing. of erasing fear from what I share. a decade later and I am asked to be quiet, told, I talk too much. figuring, if I talk too much, too quickly, I have learned nothing. so I write. this place is safe pen on page words on screen no real name truly facing shame(s). words can hurt but writing can change, an outlook, an image, a feeling, a tone. there's something about here me, alone, with these words, that stops the constant curiosity of what others may say or do, because with these forms of words, only beauty may resound. no, "telephone game" of, "who said this, she said, he said," distorted and mangled. re-angled! painful miscommunications avoided so simply. LOOK HERE, look here! if you misunderstood, read again, or interpret. these words were written for me and about me, inspired, perhaps, by others actions or words, but honesty can happen in abstract ways much like the daze that follows, when one says and they say, so instead, I choose to hurt no one, on purpose or by mistake instead I will express myself within this realm of word play!
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Jun 12, 2016
Jun 12, 2016 at 11:44 AM UTC
1 of 22 in 22
ten years of writing and sharing. of erasing fear from what I share. a decade later and I am asked to be quiet, told, I talk too much. figuring, if I talk too much, too quickly, I have learned nothing. so I write. this place is safe pen on page words on screen no real name truly facing shame(s). words can hurt but writing can change, an outlook, an image, a feeling, a tone. there's something about here me, alone, with these words, that stops the constant curiosity of what others may say or do, because with these forms of words, only beauty may resound. no, "telephone game" of, "who said this, she said, he said," distorted and mangled. re-angled! painful miscommunications avoided so simply. LOOK HERE, look here! if you misunderstood, read again, or interpret. these words were written for me and about me, inspired, perhaps, by others actions or words, but honesty can happen in abstract ways much like the daze that follows, when one says and they say, so instead, I choose to hurt no one, on purpose or by mistake instead I will express myself within this realm of word play!
(it has been ten years since I wrote and shared my first poem with another person, and 7 since I have been sharing here on HP. I figured since I am no good at doing push ups, I will do a 22 poems in 22 days challenge! feel free to join and tag your poem 22 in 22)
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pen-lux
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Jun 12, 2016
Jun 12, 2016 at 11:44 AM UTC
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