July 24, 2011
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Poetry Night
Blank pages
Like empty moments
Make me believe
They were made for me
Coloring my smiles
Eating away the fullness
They call me somewhere unfamiliar
With promises of glory
Sometimes they fail me
Or have I let them down?
Sometimes they turn on me
Vengence and hatred that peirce my soul
But no. Not tonight.
Tonight they are my beauty
Sparkling out of the corners of my eyes
I own them
I make them sing
I make them dance
I play the puppet master
I learn something about myself
I never knew before
