Looking backA Poem by Ryan Falzon - TymonRead some of my old poems, came back to write this :)Here I am, back at this empty page. Cheerful and happy, without my rage. What to write? What do I really feel? Honestly, I do not know what to reveal. Hatred is such a strong word, they say. Yet we all use it, some even day to day. My hatred of things has shifted and changed. Was it hatred, or was I acting strange? My strength has left me, that is true. But dont take this as a bad taboo. I mean sure my heart is a bit colder, But isnt this better? Giving in to the molder? We are all one, that is what I have learned. Yet I still do not know why I even returned. Perhaps it is the insult of the blank page? As like an actor cannot stay out of the stage. I learned new things, which I cannot really explain. My weaving of the words, I am trying to maintain. I wish I could say something of actual use. Yet heart still smiles as my thoughts are set loose. You know I can write, for as long as I breath, Because I will always write, when I am in need. Letting the thoughts free, into carved stone. Will remind you of your weakness, now overthrown. I will leave you with a reminder, my welcomed reader. Listen to the voices that come within the heart. Ignore apathy, who is a loud convincing preacher, And remember what gave you your fire from the start.
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Added on November 8, 2013 Last Updated on November 8, 2013 AuthorRyan Falzon - TymonMaltaAboutYou wish to know more about me? You want to see what I see? Then listen to the words I write. With them I will give you my sight. I'm a thinker in my time. Making everything rhyme. Wondering w.. more..Writing
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