I start from the middle because this is the beginning to the end.
I’m tired.
Tired that you see my face but miss the smile.
See my smile but miss the glint in my eye.
I.. I miss the glint in my eye.
Now to balance this meniscus like I tried to do at the grave.
I don’t think the writing is even helping.
Words upon words that are not worthy of licking dust off the feeling.
I don’t know. I really don’t know.
Here lies my truths.
Give me one last look to see me turn the corner.
Give me one last listen so you don’t miss me here.
Give me one last taste so you can tell I’m no longer bitter.
Give me one last touch before I turn cold.
Give me one last breath to show that my flaws were perfect.
Cast the seed far and wide:
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I am who I am because of what I say with the words that I have, the time I’ve got and the talent I possess. I will myself to do this daily because not everyone can do it. I am blessed to have this ability. I make the shallow look, and sound deep and the deep sound deeper yet with a simple meaning. I want every poem I ever write to be my epitaph. Sometimes I am in my element, sometimes I'm not. There are pieces I don’t believe I wrote because I am not that person anymore. But the truth is; this is a reflection of who I am, who I’ve been and who I will be. I started doing this at age 14 so I guess my works will best be described as “14 going on to immortality”.
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