The dimensions of me
and constantly changing
rearranging
The sides of me are constantly expanding
contracting
constricting
The many songs that float
in the unspoken words i write
seem to jump around
and make a commotion
The many dimensions of me
are secret
hidden
there
here
everywhere
so how can you make a box for me?
I'm loud when I whisper
I'm here as I disappear
I'm as rough as i'm tender
I pull away when I draw near
I'm as angry as fire
and cooling as the wind
as sharp as a knife
I'm changing like each trend
I'm tired when i'm awake
bored when things are fun
disengaged as I listen
and as destructive as a gun
Splendid don't you think?
to take me as I am
which really means
you can't take me at all
The Dimensions of me are
solid
reinforcing
the same as yesterday
yet as uncertain as tomorrow
by Kelly P
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