As you read these words, you might be hearing a voice.
Not the voice of an author but the voice of a poem.
How lonely we become that paper becomes our closest friends.
Writing away our lives until the end of time.
I think about your words without you knowing.
I reflect a part of your personality in the way I cry.
I reflect a part of your personality in the way I survive.
I scream words in my head, but I am silent in front of you.
Feeling alone under the large blanket of stars.
I tell my secrets to them but not one of a million whisper back.
You might feel alone as well but do not listen to the shadows.
You are never alone because I am reading your soul.
Your lyrics have become the bandage on my wounds.
Maybe pain is created so that we may be created in art?
How would we ever paint with only the bright colors?
We could not sign songs with one straight emotion of joy.
Without the villain, no moral of the story is ever given.
In the beauty of a forest, there is more shadow than sun.
In the strangest way, us writers are more alone than others.
Though, in the end, us writers are the only ones not alone.
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The Unsigned Writer 
Beauty of Poetry Jade Deep From Soul
Touches Places
of Others
Familiar
Yet Never
Quite Put into
Words Mere
Mind Will
Understand Now
For SPiRiT HeART
SoUL Deeper Than Words
Will ‘Normally’ Do Words Transform
Into A Kind of MaGiC SoUL ETHEreal
Deeper Than Any Measuring Science
We Learn in School Or Concrete Work
Yes Even in
Poetry
School or
Any Art School True
For Places Rarely Traveling
Yet Dug Up Out of Grave Soulyards
To Breathe Once Again And Continue
Bleeding And Mending Souls With Love
Ever After Flesh and Blood No
Longer Molds to what
Is Required
to LiVE oN EarH
It’s True A Soul Feeling May Be
So Much Freer in Art True We May
Feel Wings And Ice in Veins Never Exposed
Before on Page All Paintings We Create
BREaTHE Soul
Continuing
Meet
Greet
Meanings
of Life Yet
to See Be i Am..:)
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I’m absolutely speechless….beautifully expressed….
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This is positively beautiful!
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Thank you so much. Your comments are always so lovely and inspiring.
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That is a very high compliment. I cannot thank you enough.
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Thank you. I really appreciate it.
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Always A Pleasure Dear Jade Same Inspiring Sentiment Here☺️🙌
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You don’t need to….keep expressing from your heart….
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You’re very kind. Thanks again. 🙂
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Excellent!
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This is so strong: “Not the voice of an author but the voice of a poem. / How lonely we become that paper becomes our closest friends.”
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Thanks so much!
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Thank you. The inspiration came a bit from the quote by Anne Frank – “Paper has more patience than man.”
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Oh nice! Never heard the quote. That’s so cool to see where ideas blossom from. Thanks for sharing!
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Of course! Thanks so much for reading.
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