poety speaks the words we are to Afraid to say out loud

inner workings of the mind

Misty colored words flow thru outspoken ears
Wrapping the brain
Controlled by black and white fonts
In and out, out and in
Can't I get a break from sin?
I hope no ones listening out there
I'm to proud to let you here-----me scream
I let my words do that
Let you get a glimpse of what Scares me the most
My thoughts

Poetry by philip reis
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Written on 2006-12-13 at 03:44

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Yes, carry on Phil.

betsy Firefly
Someone is listening and He hears you, too.

I'm glad that you can write down all of your feelings into poetry, phil!