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i wrote that some while back when i was about thirteen about this girl who loved to write and only spoke through her pen or something like that. anyway, ain't no work of art just random ramblings.

 

 

Thoughts unsteady

 

When my pen speaks I hear her

When paper talks she’s there

I once hesitated her arriving

Until she filled my empty stare

 

I am she unsteady

While I am her she speaks

There is no puppeteer or puppet

But we are one indeed

 

She is my companion

In my mind’s cold empty thoughts

To endless time we wander

As the realness we then ponder

 

I am her she speaks of

Not a twin or doppelganger

I am her she speaks of

A friend amidst these strangers

 

For only I could understand her

And she only to me

We are free in our mind

Free from caging sanity

 

The irony of truth

The irony of life

The irony of love and cost

And of bittersweet old time

 

The irony of kindness

That led me to distraught

But upon the confusing mists a blinding

I found her as she found me

Though in the chaos we were caught

 

My madness keeps me sane

And who but her is madness

Together free we maybe caged

For all else sane don’t get us

 

We understand that they can not

We get that what we say is nonsense

But if you take the time to listen

The silence holds the truth unsaid

And it’s our curse that we could hear it.

Reviews

[Elissa; the genuine art..]

This is an amazing write.
It flowed so well and the story to it is beautiful.
I'd have to say that my favorite part is;
"My madness keeps me sane
And who but her is madness
Together free we maybe caged
For all else sane don’t get us"

Great write! Keep up the excellent work!!

-Elissa :D