Reasons

July 26, 2013

Reasons.

I write because I have the means.

I have 5 right hand soldiers, a pen, and bad dreams.

I write because I'm tall.

Because I weigh somewhere around 140lbs

And because I have no curves so the ones on the words look so attractive to me.

I write because I talk too fast, too much.

But I write slower and type somewhere in between

So my head gets a break and I can say what I actually mean.

I write because I walk.

Because I pay my bills.

Because sometimes that's hard.

I write because I sing and sometimes there isn't a song to do what I need it to yet.

So, I write.

I write to be heard.

So I can speak with words fluid with intent,

Packed with purpose and taut like the tension in a bowstring.

My icy stare: a bow,

My tongue: a trigger,

My breath: the release,

[ POW. ]

Ideas are my ammunition. Gun powdered ambition.

Peppered with four lettered guardians.

Protecting us while we're licking wounds.

Harsh words warmed and prepped for battle by a pulse's heat.

I write because I have the means.

Because I have 5 right hand soldiers, a pen, and a heart beat.

I write because I'm me. And you're you. And because that's the most beautiful and important thing we have in common.

Thank you.

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ebeesonJul 26, 2013

<p>Need to figure out formatting for this site. Because this is all wrong. Shoot. </p>