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I’ll keep writing my story
until my pen bleeds all of these words
etched in a crevice of my quiet thoughts
inundated between black blue lined paper with red ink and tear stains both happy and not
Words that will laugh and cry
make love in an apple orchard, under a peach sky
mourn lovers lost, be pissed the hell off about a lover’s lies
Words that will scream *** you’s and remain passive aggressively shy
or silent when I’m dead wrong and too proud to apologize
Words that dream and reach for dreams that are seemingly out of reach
Lessons learned, hard head makes a soft ass, Lessons that teach
I’ll write my story to the rhythm of my breaths
even and calm on Sunday’s like an infants sleep
or to the acceleration of my pulse and heartbeat
like a master drummer beating his passions to the spirits on his worn jimbay
And when the words are absent and the red pens are drained
I’ll search for new worlds and new pens and new quiet spaces in my thoughts
Cause this is a story that never ends
It never ends with life and love and beauty, first kisses and last dances, brown eyes you can’t look beyond, thick lips that serve as a muse when the days feel nasty, laughter and tears, sometime simultaneous, smiles and screams, obscenities and and bitter silence
with infinite paper with infinite pens, infinite words in the chaos of my quiet thoughts
an infinite me, stretched and reborn
with infinite words and an infinite story that needs to be told....
#TruthSpeaks 2016
