i bleed my soul out on the page
i write hatred: i intend for you to feel my rage
i write happiness: i want it to bring a smile to your face

maybe at times i say to much..

maybe at times i don't say enough..

should i watch what i say?

walk that line of grey?

Mike B. called me uncensored in a thread
and i sat back and smiled as i read
thought it fit me to a T,
with me: you get what you see.

Apologize: for speaking my mind? (never that)

i try to keep it refined
my mission is not to have the words personally enrage
but to force you to mentally engage
unless im writing erotic:
my words are not meant to make you perspire..(lol)
just as i look to you for inspiration; i hope my words will inspire
maybe you don't agree with what i write
believe me: that's completely alright :)
please, offer your honest critique
just as i am, you're entitled to your opinion:

so speak.....

i welcome it with open loving arms
lets me see things through your eyes: you're doing no harm
regardless of what you say, my pen will never stop

question though: who made you the GS Poetry cop?

telling me i can't say that or this
no need for me to tell you what it is that you can kiss...

i could have sworn this was my voice
and what i speak upon is my choice
i sat back "hushed mouth" for years
no one paid attention to my tears
but now im speaking loud and clear
my goal: to force you to hear

maybe instead of trying to beat each other down
talking ish to one another and trying to clown,
we should make it our objective:
to offer a positive perspective

i no longer sit in the "silent" cage
i bleed my soul out on the page