- Books, Literature, and Writing
They release me...
When I let them go they feel like rocks
that no longer pound on me
I have to let them go, I have to let them speak for me
they keep on talking to me
ticking inside of me if i don't let them flow
endlessly from within me.
They release my sadness, my joy, my anger and all the
confusions the unexplainable explosions
I am misunderstood but my words ...
they get me ...they know me
that is why they are able to
release me through flowing ink
that forms each word to express
whatever is inside of me
beautiful things they are