I am these words upon this page <br /> a crumpled page <br /> a crumpled page <br /> a testament to who am I <br /> written here is life's reply <br /> a heavy sigh <br /> I am, but why <br /> I write when no one's watching me <br /> one word then breath <br /> one word then breathe <br /> punctuation pauses pen <br /> quill dips ink and pens again <br /> <br /> A notion vague a solid thought <br /> a random rant I pen I plot <br /> I spill with ink or pencil light <br /> a dark deceit confused contrite <br /> I'm candles lit by smoking verse <br /> described in words <br /> re-wrote I curse <br /> I sleep in margins on the side <br /> sincere seductress sanctified <br /> I'm smudged so what <br /> sometimes I cried <br /> the missing pages? suicide <br /> I tell you this is me inside <br /> defined <br /> described <br /> identified <br /> punctuation pauses pen <br /> quill dips ink and pens again <br /> <br /> The stanza is not where I break <br /> I live within each pause I take <br /> I am my words, my words a book <br /> if you be brave enough to look <br /> the screams the tears <br /> I am the fear <br /> if wounds drew blood <br /> the knife's in here <br /> when moonbeams milky thighs are spread <br /> I am my love, what you've just read <br /> enticed by beckoned fingernail <br /> my words encourage then impale <br /> seduced by sinfull's sharpened clause <br /> punctuation pens, I pause<br /><br />Terri Turrell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/punctuation-pens-i-pause/
