I use this as a writing tool A freestyle flow to see me through I am just a simple M.A.N Filled with complicated sand Sifting through a hourglass I see the future in my past Feeling pain from my joy I can create to destroy What is special? What is new? False is fake but what is true? Gather moments I've collected Seen only from my own perspective Words the fruit..I am the tree All is still a part of me So go ahead take a bite Feel my soul as I write These words to help me understand As I walk this path..lay a plan Take you to another place Where no one is trying to win the race Sister and Brother stand hand and hand My imagination can create that land A mighty river runs from my soul Providing me with my freestyle flow....
3-13-14 M.A.N Just me having fun letting off poetic steam..^_*
"Do you write poetry about my broken bones? Do you find metaphors for the way you burned down the bridges we built? I bet people think it’s beautiful, I bet they think it’s poetic the way you destroyed me. I bet you tell them falling in love with me was an extraordinary artistic choice, Destroying people is not an art form. Coloring people with shades and values of black and blue does not make you an artist. There is nothing poetic about reaching inside of someone to take what they told you never to touch.”
Behold. the truth, such pure joy. Surveyed the world at the first light. New life arose. All glory, my tree, she blossoms again, perhaps mother nature changed direction. Bought us, her world, a present of spring. (c) LIVVI 2014