Most of my inspiration is from sadness...When I write, I create a release..I have no intention of causing depression from my poetry, if anything I appreciate the ability to express it.

Sunday, March 25, 2012

A glimpse of what was then is foreign,
My vision of now dismayed,
If I could only speak what I thought,
I would not be here..delayed.

It's unusual for me not to open this window,
To not share what's on my mind,
Something holds me back from this,
Am I wasting time?

I can validate my feelings,
In reality I know they matter,
My heart still ponders,
The wonder of what this is.

I symphonize my time,
I keep quiet in my home,
I can't believe your words, when your not..there.

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