Why only words marks my third collection of poetry. My first published collection of poetry created Changes in Me, which then was followed up by My Words and Thoughts. why only words tests the boundaries of poetry through the struggles of family, devotion of love, words of commitment, understanding of anger, reasons of life and the embrace of desire. Written words explain why only words. back pages preparing is just a creation of believing but, maybe it could be i swing my eyes around looking for memory recognizing, grasps a hold of thinking i sorrowed you before my eyes paid attention your that named i thought of as beautiful my lips never hesitated your name cheated its way from my voice yes, i once perched of you your face papered my walls that day, never hard to find i work with yesterday to help me with today your hand covered the other in spite never realizing me from within i never left, come in stop me, my eyes have remembered lost your words long ago though painted many pictures hold on to more i can't see you anymore master of war bloody hands, i hate my friend friend, i saw you in the mirror my country took me, though i never learned me life creates, that's what they say a gun, a tag i lost me sounds of battle pierce my thinking i once had religion, nationality safe, never carried an option bloody hands, i hate my friend i am pretend away one day you'll talk with young leaving it's present try to learn through reasons flying mark this last spot retuning was learned before programs flash through side to side strange, never forgotten sleep forever near these hands awake never believes betray sad lies held out a portraying a hand here was yesterday hate saying "again, tomorrow" from the side, light blinks a shot of red controlling listening falling down a step behind never surfacing the landing march aside reasoning tagged never completing black, colors in holes muted to the layers pretend sounds left at start tabled tears drip from each side mirroring, looked at one another

a writer's word depression taps me on the shoulder through a daydream music plays through my subconscious mind i strive to write with willingness you'll read my thoughts i struggle with disappointment and turndowns writing, i want to make my mark still in that daydream with my eyes wide and candid i dream sometimes of ideas, that i can't wait to jot down thinking my next idea will show me to acknowledgement tracing other writers steps, wondering if they struggled depression is a circle of writing where to go for the next line, shadows the other side a mistake becomes a purposed line traveling through faces learning new stories painted eyes lash out each section of bareness struggles of disappointment, rage through my vain so unvoiced preparing my notions so blank, awaiting to characterize traveling in mind bleeding for intention awakening a word, spelling a verdict circle my depression, painting a route recognizing flaws, airs my collapse roaming through concept delivers and defines readers only imagine my behavior reflect, i pretend i'm each word serving from emotion, dabbling in view leaving most worlds, traveling around mine writing, lessens the blows of life carried along seconds grab me for moments at a time revealing lessons rehearsed only my mind can tell plastered inaccuracy suffers dwelling times saving a moment, each day i reveal careful once never characterize my intentions saving stories i don't always wish for depression that daydream still overshadows my mission staring long, repeats many times from mind one-idea branches along trading drawings for paintings believes in love creating written nights, romancing the morning tails, i write yesterday, ideas followed before then leaning for time through stretching out days gone by back and glancing returning a different prospective forcing words writes in neglect staring alone provides passionate ideas awaking in thought, traveling the design two steps from more, wishing for more dimmed light focuses each sought out welcome last sentence was better than the first painted arrange in decline those words never so simple argue alone more than when unpublished two words, we'll pass scraping hats for changing ideas myths of right is somehow wrong depression sometimes fits together stories lie awake cling to the music for mine this daydream makes sense around me swearing i'll be written dreaming i'm ten, knowing the writer then passion is harder to never lose indications mask words written in print my portrait slaves aside a lingo i created jumping forth and through, my smile broadens thirteen words only spell a small whole of my reasoning chancing on a start, trading on a dream journal recorded drives for backup thoughts timing on stories, never will be thought out changing ideas only starts a new path to mend servicing written pen marks, catching up with mind motioning a decision, though turning the page for a new collection scribbling tensions savor my definition missed you once, never twice again blank pages sleeve an understanding patient, though never referred by starving for attention, drowning for building sentences, just make sense traveling corrections only covers a first meant to be taught mind travels in own direction, words are precise depression surrenders, though sometimes follows tomorrow two days often seem like one saving this daydream, stored by date ideas on her, insight on many one hit, blocks out surroundings only words slander one another gazing at a thought, begging for its release stages carry through each day, saving on a beginning placed dreams recognize from long ago waiting for a lesson, realizing a beginning words come over to shine, while rescuing their view transferring fact to fiction, branding the emotion one line terrified, following a favorite missed purposed became only passionate once more stranded alone each day, saving each sought out creation tracing the daydream, struggling through distress wondering if each day was nothing but a story to form scared of suffering, i hear success is too pretending sometimes as if i'd been there part one creates a never ending two voices character along side saving scenes as dialog creates poetry lines familiarize a completion doesn't anyone see the dream i witnessed saving a smile for a selected day trading expressions for stories one lie usually means more wanting much, hoping for it to come five days lasted to long, wishing more time alone transferring reasoning for someone complete i collide with standing and looking around worrying moments stretch for relief i'm high again staring at reason that only changes my skeleton strains for grounds pleading this daydream, i came to recognize missing more, nearly conquered less pencils matched a light eyed outlined saving for a life a child i once discovered trading never for life i write depression launders most corrections one time i pleaded to understand how others pictured me as a writer i stood still with a listen, never imagined i'd hear wishing words unheard were easier missing on a dream though capturing life again i walk in course of an epiphany