Hanging on to the Pen

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
life happens and your left havening to deal with it. may not like it but it is what makes writers write. I'm been dealing with it now, and am tired of it getting in the way of what I am. I write and after loosing it all. I still write. I will die hanging on to this pen.

Submitted: May 11, 2007

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Submitted: May 11, 2007



I've be gone

far to long

sorry to say

life gets to me that way

I struggle to see

the beautiful parts of me

once again

rolling in sin

torn down

smacking the ground

The pseudo me

is not as kind

as Susie E

or as driven as Leesah

Like beautiful Methelusa

carrying a poets justice

with a devilrod and a angel's pen

Night grows long I feel a bond

rushing to the p.c. to the awaking Dawn

A kinder spirit I do seek

a poets life can be bleak

give up a lot just to share your pain

left only with your name

when that's all you got

you can't be something you not

it's important for people to feel

not being fake keeping it real

so after publishing this, I'm walking to the bar

I need no D. U. I , it's not far

I won't comment back right away so don't hate

when I get back it's going to be late

fuck my mind is so dry

from society's lie

incurring a thirst

they must know

I'm a writer first.

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