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the paper may be blank, but it's words are crystal clear.
etched in something stronger than pen, running deeper into my senses than anything ever read.
like silence that speaks and says so much
the clearest yell in the numbing clarity.
emotion swells like sunrise melting the icy dews that coat my every morning.
the paper may be blank, but it's words come to me even in my sleep.
haunting like a nightmare so strained to recall in daylight, lurking in unreached corners.
invisible words teach me my own story, currently living and even, at times, long since forgotten.
its like reading back what your soul would tell you if it had the powerful ability to speak.
its like hearing what your tears would say if they weren't silent, crusted and drying slowly on that blank piece of paper.
the paper may be blank, but it's words inspire me even now
to breathe life into the grieving death that has my dreams become
to take what dries in my hand and soak it in fresh emotion.
things turn into planted seeds now grown into trees bearing stunted fruits
i had ceased to water those plants for fear of what would grow there, lacking inspiration
but now i am inspired again
though the paper i'm reading was blank.
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Posted by kmalbro on 2008-01-09 12:39:51 | Rating: | Views: 66
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Beautiful poem. I hear those same words too ... my soul speaking to me and teaching me about my life. I see blank pages everywhere I look. Thoughts, dreams and emotions desiring to be brought into the light of day and shared with the world. Who would care ... what might another think ... would I be mocked for not being perfect .... thought silly for having dreams and aspirations. There will come a day when my soul will triumph over this fear that is my constant companion. On that day there will be no more blank pages. Peace
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Posted by ColoradoDreamin
on 2008-01-13 13:00:54
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