Poetry

#Experiments:Want.

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Wants.

What I want is
To cry
To try
To fly.

What I want is
To burn
To turn
To warn.

What I want is
To run
To shun
To have fun.

What I want is
To melt
To welt
To be felt.

What I want is
To go
To show
To say no.

What I want is
To belong
To go wrong
To be strong.

What I want is
Joy
To be coy
To not be a toy.

What I want is…me.

This isn’t about me,essentially.It’s about all those unheard voices trying to be heard above the noise that is their life.I was just experimenting with the form.Apologies if this doesn’t make sense.God knows, it doesn’t to me.The form, I mean.The need to be “heard” is clear to me.That is all I am sure about in this post.Otherwise,the picture,the words are all experimental.:)

Toodles!
~A♥~

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"Her words were the best pen portrait she could ask for- laced with fire and passion, hiding secrets and overactive imagination, weighing her diary down with ink fashioned with emotions and expressions- they told her story like it was- curling edges because of overuse and memories as a bookmark, holding the place in time she visited over and over again."

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