My Best Kept Secret

My Best Kept Secret

A Poem by PoeticFury
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All the time.....

There is something I live behind.

Maybe I can call it someone, or a group of someones to create a feeling of being love. Yet as one you can call us nothing.


Maybe one word.....

Undefined....

By our own kind.

As we sit back, and not look at the whole picture; cause we are painting it for the lost, and the confined.


Trying to reach the unconscious along with the breathing.

Trying to give sight to the blind...

Taken thoughts beyond pencil, and paper into even the most subconscious mind.

To take the pain.....

The pleasure.....

The bad, and the good to create the perfect world.

Not like a god, but to make sense, and make things better for mankind.


Combined we are on an incline.

To watch the work of each other.

To watch this life, as we write it on paper, and wishing we can live in it. This is our design.

My best kept secret is in secrecy, and it is affine.


It keeps me strong...

It tells me to keep going...

When I need to have something to keep me going to remind..

Me.....

They say I destroy paper, and my best kept secret does too, but I love what I do.


I don't back track....

I don't rewind.

This poem if you are reading you now will find out my best kept secret.

In between the line.

I have met people, and without them I would not be the same.


My best kept secret consists of twenty five writing soldiers, and we all respect each other by passion...

By style.....

By not money, or wanting fame, but by name.

We don't claim.

We are not immortal, but one day Ill writing will be, and it can't be tamed.

We may have rage.

We may insane.

We may have strange.

Though no matter what we have we all have love.


For each other...

I have a family on here.

They are my sisters, and other half’s.

In other word I am on of their brothers.


This secret emotional potion.

That causes attention, but not commotion.

Will give smiles so bright, and tears to water that can be in an ocean.

My best kept secret is our gift of words.

The gift of writing, and speaking.

My best kept secret is poetry, and I love the motion.

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© 2011 PoeticFury


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PoeticFury
PoeticFury

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