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The Gist Of It by
Taeryn
So someone asked me,
Why scribble thoughts and phrases down
to blab to people about
just talk
Ah, But I am talking
I speak in riddles for my health, not yours,
It’s the beauty
Aesthetic twists and rhyme
A curious expression asks me
Why write in bits and pieces
that no one understands and
you have to say normally what’s wrong anyways
Expression is more than bits and pieces
I create a whole, single entity who completes me
no understanding is needed
just a heart, a life
A puzzled scout asks me
Why the romantic interludes and sappy drizzle
that makes girls swoon
and men scoff with red eyes
Tis beauty, an art to read
the magic that makes it real is for all
and phrase only serve as a focus
and people only weep over life
So now more questions
But the only Answer I can give
Poetry is my love
Poetry is my passion
Poetry is my life
2.2006
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