The Pen or the Gun

The Pen or the Gun

A Poem by Emma Grace Tennyson

I keep singing songs about things I don't have
Taking down notes that claim life's not so bad

My scattered thoughts seem to clash, contradict
I tire of doing things I alone picked

Everything matters to at least one
Yet I coast through my life until it is done

Crumpled old paper and bleak, gloomy ink
Are my humble tools that allow me to think

I sit back and stare at clear open skies
While this tar-littered smoke fills my lungs and my eyes

Everything matters to at least one
But I'll take my pick from the pen or the gun

© 2014 Emma Grace Tennyson


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Thank you both! Sorry it's taken so long to respond!

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Sam
A fine piece, to complement the February blues.


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Emma this is beautiful poetry and even the title is powerful, you penned the whole poetry amazingly specially the last two lines..good job my friend

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Added on February 8, 2014
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Emma Grace Tennyson
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I live in Oklahoma. My love is writing, and my forte is poetry. I am looking for constructive criticism and experienced guidance. I am also open to collaboration and idea tossing. more..

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