Art Form #17

by ♪Unseen♪   Sep 25, 2005


It's not a sport,
or a game.
It's serious.
It's not a childish act.
It's just what I do.
I do it to let all the pain out,
all the hate.
If I didn't do it,
all my anger would be pent up.
Happiness is just a dream.
I don't have time for those.
Things just aren't what they seem.
on paper, everything is different.
You look at things,
in a different perspective.
On paper,
Words have actual meanings.
The letters and words are beautiful.
For this activity,
I don't need to be smart.
Writing isn't a sport,
It's an art.

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