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Am I really a writer or just form some words
Do you really understand me or do I just write for the birds?
Thoughts flow through my brain all jumbled and confused
I can’t help but unscrambled them and make sense of these floating words
Bubbles form above my head
Telling stories of reality that no one else said
Sometimes I feel like I’m not good enough to be on here
Sharing my stories of love, sadness and fears
So many words form into writings of my surroundings
I love sharing all of my feelings....
          Again,
Am I really a writer or
Just Wasting My
        Time....
i always say that i'll be strong enough to leave you one day
but tell me
how can a flower
live without rain?
*heavy sighs*
We are all moths
seeking the moon
but finding streetlights
instead.

*

-JBClaywell

© P&ZPublications
 Oct 2017 Randall Walker
Kaylee
On this luminous day
Externally feeling gray
Potential and marvelous hues
Await inside but there's no muse
Longing a fuel for this fire
There are unknown desires
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