Old Teenage Poems

Armed Syllables - Poem by Old Teenage Poems

The very writing
has such a soothing
effect on me
that the hand just
goes on by itself
Craving the words
Hoping to someday
change the world
through its litteral sentences
The pencil in
my hand
is my most powerfull
My armed syllables
will demand change
And the rest of me
Can only hope for
my hand to be right

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  • (6/13/2008 4:54:00 AM)

    The deadliest weapon in the world is not the bomb but the pen on the hand of the geniuses!
    It maybe use for good or bad! A 10.
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Poem Submitted: Friday, June 13, 2008

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