A pencil a crayon and a pen

A stick of colored wax giving character to the words I write
The colors vary!
Reds and blues like the textures of life.
Because I am young
A crayon lets me draw my feeling without reprise.
Now that I am older
Words are colorless
Black, grey even white
A pencil with and eraser is the choice
To change decisions from wrong to right
Years have pass and so have friends
Their names in pen
Will always be words I write!

About This Poem

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Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

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About the Author

Country/Region: Detroit Mi

Favorite Poets: my poets are john Coltrane and Sarah Vaughan OK they are not poets but their music is reason that I write . I want my poetry to flow like their music

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snowbells yes those dam typo

snowbells yes those dam typo but I will get my gun and shoot them the next time I see them but hanks 4 the love

Because...

I [was] young, a crayon [let] me draw my feeling without reprise. Just a couple of little slips of tense. I like the emotional turmoil.
~Gee.
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Geezer thanks for the love .

Geezer thanks for the love . I hope u remember me because I am Pressley from about 4 years ago. but now I am Trouble

I do remember...

Pressley! Nice to see you again. Hope that you stick around for a while and write some great stuff.
~ Gee.
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Trouble

Liked this piece, your coloured wax crayons when used in encaustic art form, have a beauty of their own and send out messages to the universe.
I have done quite a few of these pictures and we use to hold classes on the way they were formed, then they would be interpreted by linking in to the Spirit world and messages given, but that is another world.
Will keep a lookout for your future writes.
Take care, Yours Ian.

Just a typo that hasn't been picked up
Years have pass< ( Put an ED on the end it is then correct) and so have friends

hey sparrow its been a long

hey sparrow its been a long time sense I wrote on Neopoet almost 4 years but I promise to bring more poetry that will open the mind

Press

Great to see you back here I have just sent PM as you asked about my name change, I write under quite a few names but usually to do with the poem I am writing.
Sparrow came about when I couldn't get on stream under Ian.T, at that time I was writing about being transported to the colonies Australia and the character was Jack Sparrow, so Sparrow it is..
I write under Yenti Ian.T and Sparrow now the list seems to be getting longer.. Most of my work is on:- yenti.co.uk
This covers from when I was 15 till now.
I miss your local poetry and am so glad that you are back with us,
Yours Ian..

Like how you recapture your youth

very intense piece warm and interesting
I must say it reminded me on myself when I was young
looking up to the clouds making formations out of the sky.
take me back to those good old days
snap shot memories of the past having so much fun
with a hope that it would last.
A splendid piece here brought back a lot of memories heavy & rich

Looked in your first post.

I like it.
I noticed that you listed yourself as one of my fans. I haven't posted but one (atrocious) poem in two years.
What have you found so worthy of me to become my fan?
I really want to know.