/ http://www.slideshare.net/images/logo.gif / 際際滷Share feed for 際際滷shows by User: dejuanthompson3 https://cdn.slidesharecdn.com/profile-photo-dejuanthompson3-48x48.jpg?cb=1523369602 From the start I was nothing but a mere vessel to my words, A living, breathing pen for my ideas. A soul-less creature that just wants to be heard, A voice-less identity that just wants to be seen. I'm free, but yet I'm not, As I am enslaved by my thoughts To write the next line. Judged by the feelings of those who see, Those who can understand, these words. I am but a hollow cavity filled with emotion. A never ending something described only as; A Poet. Hiding behind these thin sheets of paper, The darkness of the ink, The lines in between the lines. I hide where my emotions lie; In the next page. I hide where my identity remains unknown, Only known by my pen-name, and no more. I am but a m