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Watching My Hand Writting

Poetry By: Uwritten93

Tags: Pain, Fear

All the things are strange when you realise yourself , when you get to know yourself as a person , as other people see you I see myself

Submitted:Feb 10, 2010    Reads: 74    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   

It always begins with a paper and a pen

Then the writting will happen

Saying words , its not the same

Crying tears , its considered rain

Losing someone , I call it extream pain

Being lame , then achieving fame

* * * *

What is this supposed to be ?

There are unwritten words inside of me

Many things are kept in the heart

That was the thing keeping them apart

* * * * * *

Saying things without meaning a word

Then doing nothing about being bored

Looking at the way my hand writes

Thinking about the past fights

* * * * *

Staring into my eyes in the mirror

Seeing the past is considered horror

Whispering to myself in the ear

Its not love and its not fear

* * * * *

Thinking that I am completely lost

Thinking about the things I love most

Things aren't always what they appear

We realise the value when they disappear

* * * * *

Got my thoughts back

My pen is about to crack

But still sitting .....

Watching my hand writting ....

* * * * *

What happens here is magic

Minds are lost in traffic

This doesn't make sense

Look closer , grab a lense

* * * * *

Read it carefully

Read it normaly

Its not formal

Its completely normal

* * * * *

A beautiful meaning

All about the words leaving

Writting , ........ the words remain

Writting , ........ the words in pain

* * * * * *

As I write everything I wrote is left behind

My hand stopped....

Let it go

Be smart , be happy

then you will know


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