My imagination runs wild,
As I grab a pen and write away.
The emotions linger about,
Pushing me to set it free.
It shall be set free
In the words that I write.
It shall be set free
In the feelings that I express.
It shall be set free,
Just by knowing that it is mine.
My own thoughts,
My own words,
My own feelings --
That in itself is poetry,
Whether it is liked by others or not;
I know this to be true,
That as long as it is dear to my heart,
It's as special as can be,
And no one can deny that it is poetry!
(c)mnrivera
Yona, Guam
INSPIRATIONAL MESSAGE: Poetry comes naturally from the heart.
Saturday, January 22, 2011
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