by Joseph Martin Ii

Created on: July 10, 2008

My Red Binder

My red binder is a sad bit of work
With pen marks and ink blots
And a stain from a stork

My red binder is ugly and beaten
Its hinges are weak and rusted
And its edges let cardboard go peekin

My red binder is filled with lots of things
Poems and stories and private thoughts
All of them hiding inner meanings

My red binder was read once
By the principle at my school

I transferred a day later feeling the worlds fool

My red binder is holy
Beyond that of even the grail
At least it is to me

My red binder rarely sees the light of day
For when it does I'm exposed and vulnerable
To what the morons have to say

My little red binder never leaves my side
It is like my heart to me
And without it I would die

My red binder is my sanctuary
From the turbulent world around and
None shall walk its hallowed halls 'cept me

My red binder is my library
With so many things locked inside
And when I am in it no one can get to me

My red binder is my life
For without its strong pillar
Id have fallen long ago

My red binder is my sword and shield
It protects me from there attacks
And lets me return it on my field

My red binder is the world where I belong
Its is all I truly claim to own
And no one can take it from me for long

My red binder is my soul
For I find peace in its pages
And give my body to its toll

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