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Question of Expression, A Collection A Question of Expression Trying to express an emotionless state A state of which has overwhelmed me for quite some time All the while holding a chewed up pencil in my hand Staring off into the different fonts of Microsoft word Deciding which to choose Pressing my fingertips against a keyboard Pouring out words, syllables, and funny little phrases Trying and trying to express a state of which no words seem to express Spilling out these hollow sounds Of what my heart and soul would say if they possessed The means of language (The grunts, growls, and moans of my silly little thoughts) Each word is like a drip of blood upon a blank sheet of paper Crimson puddles swell up on crumpled napkins Splashes of deep red smear on my computer screen Why do I do it? Crying words instead of tears Because I ran out of Kleenex
Clumsy Angel From a heavenly perch behind the sun A golden harp was left unattended Strolling alone G-ds clouded garden Obliviously wondering about Can a formless form conceive of love? A misplaced step sends me to a mortal death Mistakenly, a fallen Angel His arms were there He picked me up On my own I tried to begin my way back Emotionally building a stair case to the stars I tripped over a sunbeam His hands caught me Before I, in mortal form, was ever hurt On my own Again I tried Even prayed to G-d A colorful path shown to the sky I slid off the celestial rainbow He was there He wiped my tears On my own After all that time of trying My wounds finally healed I set off for my place past the moon Soaring free A flaming Asteroid hit me Broke one of my wings He bandaged it up Through all the times in an angelic hell He was there On my own I fell in love With him and all his security All alone I looked He was gone Nowhere In heaven Hell Or earth to be found Just me On my own A formless form Of pure feelings in a stoic life Is he a dream? No Just a man And me A clumsy angel On my own
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