Speak.

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Sometimes I imagine myself writing spoken words pieces.
That these poems are to be read out loud.
To be shouted at crowds
To make people feel moved.
But they aren't.
Because I'm not them.
I'm no professional.
Truth be told I don't know the first god damn thing about writing.
But I do it.
Because no ones going to see it anyways.
Their words muddy the water so much that a foot deep you can't see your feet.
I'm not sure if mine do that at all.
Their passion bleeds through their mouths when they speak and sows itself into the words so carefully crafted that the tone matters as much as the topic.
My passion is the smallest speck of blood from the smallest scrape.
Invisible to most, but I know it's there.
I mean, words on a page can only convey feeling so far.
Emphasis pace speed anger passion emotion love hate happy sad gloomy bright difficult easy.
Words can only convey that so much.
And I'm not like them because maybe their words alone could do that.
Maybe their words could be as effective as my speaking.
Because me?
Well I don't know the first damn thing about writing.
I mean of course I can write poems but what makes it spoken word or not?
Where does the emotion come from?
How is it conveyed?
How much do they edit?
How much do they write?
Am I doing this
Correctly?
Is there
A
"Correctly"?
Is there truly a right way to express your feelings and emotions and passions through words that follow a rhythm and pattern and tempo?
If there is, they've figured it out.
And I can tell
Because I'm not like them.
Besides, my story isn't new or different or exciting.
My story has been told before in bits and pieces.
The anxiety
The worry
The hint of OCD
The depression.
The love
The her.
It's all been told before and I know that doesn't make me any more watered down but it makes all my work watered down.
It'll all be familiar because the story is familiar.
Because I guess I am like them in that sense.

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