Friday, March 9, 2012

Today, I want my words to dance
Dance to my tune,
to the music of my soul,
to the rhythm of my breath,
to the pace of my thoughts.

I want my sentences to flow
To flow from my grief
To flow from my love
To flow from hurt
To flow from me.

I wish to control.
Control the words that spill onto paper
Shape them like a trained dancer.
Shorten them, lengthen them,
Command them,to listen to me.

I want my words to run wild.
Run wild with passion.
to be written, to be heard.
To curse, to love
Run wild with passion.

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