JessieA Poem by PebblesToday i took all sharp objects
And put them in a bag With a draw string And pulled it tight Then put it away somewhere safe Theres no way I can chuck these things away What happens when i need to slice the bread If I have no knife Will I have to tare at the loaf like the knife tares my skin Still being reminded of the reason why I havn't got the knife And what happens when i need to draw a circle Will the plate be ok to draw around but what if the plates too big Will i get frustrated and smash the plate Making more sharpe edges to play with What if the screws need turning to make them tight Will the screw driver find its way into my hand Will the screws get tightened Will I wonder the nail look more inviting than the driver Will i place it back in the bag thats the question I ask my self And you look into my eyes and say this bag is not here to keep these things from you Its just here to remind you to put them away To keep them out of sight Until you really need them So I want to know Why With the pen (which I know is sharp) have you placed a notepad in the bag How can the note pad hurt me ? I look deep And sweet poetess you know the answer There may be no god today There may be no blue skies No rainbows to warm your soul No sunshine Only rain and the bitterness of life But with the pen and paper you can create Your own world Full of magic and belief shooting stars and beautiful dreams Or you may just wish to slash at the pages with the pen and pretend the paper is your wrist I my self would like for you to spit your pain upon the sheets of paper so i know how your feeling And when i know how your feeling I can try to give the words you need Be it only to know that some one gives a dam about how your feeling right now © 2011 PebblesReviews
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Added on March 11, 2011Last Updated on March 11, 2011 AuthorPebblesBristol, South West, United KingdomAboutIf I didnt write I would probably go out of my mind, I am inspired by everything and everyone around me, you want to know more about me just read my poetry ... all is good in my world .... The film .. more..Writing
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