Poetry runs through my brain

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
This was one of the first poems I did that I realised actualy seemed good. So im putting it up to see if I was right. Hope you enjoy.

Submitted: April 14, 2011

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Poetry runs through my brain:

Poetry runs through my brain,

Like this blood runs through my veins.

It starts to flow when my problems grow,

and when my anger begins to show.

When my pain gets so deep,

to where it takes all my sleep.

When my sorrow makes me hollow,

and i have no choice but to follow,

all the words in my brain.

But i dont write them down exactly the same.

I change them to a poetic form,

jus so my words are above the norm.

Poetry runs through my brain, 

and my fingers act as little drains. 

They pour these words onto paper,

so i can read them a little later.

Poetry runs through my brian,

but im not doing these for the fame.

These poems help me to get over my pain,

and all the problems im too ashamed,

to bring forth to the people i trust.

Its almost as if these poems are a must...


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