In These Pages
In These Pages (1/4/2008)
There’s just something about taking the pen to the page
Or the hand to the keyboard, in this modern day age
Thinking what I should say before I go on and spill it
Then I’ll fill it all up, I’ll either bomb it or kill it
I can feel it, either way, the pull that grabs at my chest
It’s a few hours or days until it builds to a test
And I can never give less than every feeling I hold
I don’t care if it’s cliched or tired or old
Cause the cold can be stressful, it can wear on a soul
These are words from the spirit instead of flesh from the bone
Both can leave holes, though, I feel safe and at home
When the adrenaline hits me as the pages take mold
From the patience I sold and the pain that I bought
I can’t do what I’m told and I forget what I’m taught
This here is my place and a way to stay open
To expose what I hold cause this page is a potion
Some would say it’s the notion of artistic expression
But it’s too raw and too broken to be a heartless direction
If you take apart imperfection, you’d find every last secret
It’s all in these pages, locked in sight where I keep it
Cause I have my demons and my love and my questions
I have it all here within these rhythmic suggestions
These pieces of self that I pour into these pages
Nine different reasons that my love meets with hatred
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