Pages

If I take a moment,
A moment to think,
About the many pages,
The many pages,
I have filled,
Filled with love,
Filled with Hate,
Filled with rage,
They all are stories,
Stories set in my mind,
As I release quietly,
The otherwise unknown,
Sometimes scattered,
Sometimes thought through
But so eloquently,
Eloquently Placed,
Yet all a part of me,
Each page complimetary,
Set fire with the ink flame,
But it all tells a story,
Not for fortune,
Not for fame,
It's just me,
What stay's locked in,
whats held beneath the key,
So very complex,
Yet a written memory,
Page's written like records,
over and over again,
so many pages,
of how i feel within.
July 28,2008-Saurday