My Language

The ideas that run in my mind never come out of my mouth, My lips can never  fix themselves to say what I want. But when I write them down.. when that pen hits that pad the paper is never blank, black,red,blue every color of ink, showing the emotion and everything I hold in. My mind then fills with notes,instruments,angels voices...searching for the right combination and the right tuned pitch. So many ideas go through my mind, then my lips start to function and with every breath a song appears in the air. It's like I'm a magician with soaring notes... the font is something no one would understand except for the person who understands me.

What I'm really trying to say is the way I communicate can only come across through passion,music,writing and love.

Love... you see I'm not your average I love you kinda bitch I love like no one else, art is what i do, I'm the artist you never knew i was. I can tell you I love you through words you never thought to put together. The writing is unique, I paint memories with my pen and bring you into my world. But I see you still don't understand... So never mind....

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Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda

Powerful expression. Always let poetry fill your life. 

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