My name is M. Reed McDow. I have been writing for a few years and enjoy every minute of it. The words that weave together and form outside on your screen are words of potential and i hope you enjoy them.
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Voicesposted May 25th 2006, 5:29AM
Mood: Eager
Music: Revalation 68
Cries fill the air,
Sounds desperate for human contact
In which live up to their expectation.
Vivid mental signals portray a vague emotion;
Molding life from a paperback book
Into a leather bound exterior.
What are these voices inside my head?
Do they have reasoning,
Or just have a plague that surrounds my wake?
The voices change tone as I write them down
On sheets of paper,
Yet they change in form into which the words
Are not on paper,
But on leather,
Burnished in gold lettering;
The voices remain unquenched,
Until I flood them down with the spirit.
Quenched and heard,
The voices take on another meaning;
Life is retained and at a balance.
Life needs our voices;
And our voices need
To be heard
Always.
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