Talking Pens On Screaming ThoughtsA Poem by ZhavyThe pen's a syringe to withdraw pain and inject it within a pageConversations with my pen Feels like I’m talking with you Want to know what she’s up to But I’ve been out of the loop We used to be so tight Guess the distance made us loose If I was in it for the win Why did I lie? How the hell did I lose? Straying too far from the tracks My minds off the rails I’ve been caught in the past Couldn’t give you too much So I thought that I’d ask Having happiness away Has me feeling a ways Involved with all the same No need to repeat what you say Memories are all I can claim Came to the conclusion I could only put the blame on myself There’s nobody else I knew how you felt But I really want to know how you feel Thought this feeling was free But it’s been costing me sleep A summer day scene Turned a winter night’s dream I’ve been caught in-between Blazing heat & solid snow Pockets elbow deep I’m lacking change there’s only hope Broke with a billion dreams Barely any sleep Never been this deep in water Dealing with a shallow wallet Contemplating superficial thoughts © 2018 ZhavyAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorZhavyRichmond Hill, Ontario, CanadaAboutYou can try and take away my voice but you can never take away my pen. I tattoo life onto paper injecting my aspirations and emotions. “I’ve never seen someone come to the point of sel.. more..Writing
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