Pen bleeds images into words. My thoughts.
Adding color to the picture. Emotions caught.
Anger and sad maybe the case. Or maybe not.
Like a joker I may cause you to ponder the plot.

My words as my spoken voice. A voice with life.
Words marinated with emotion like blood on a knife.
A dark tale maybe full of confusion. Sanity is a strife.
Maybe with dark tales to tell. This voice with a life.

An invitation into a world where there is no direction.
One phrase a path to fiction. Maybe another to affection.
Never blink or go astray. Much to tell, no time for correction.
Could leave with a smile or frown. Perhaps you have an objection.

Whatever you do find as you read may you enjoy it.
Whether you read a line or two or maybe a little bit.
Forget where you are and enter my world and have a sit.
I admit I am no pro but who knows, Maybe one day a hit.

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