Pen Personified
The pen
stains my hands
and brings a smile
to my lips.
It's all worth while
as it whispers, softly,
into my ear,
the adventures
of two friends-
the
two
of
us.
Just a Tidbit
Words are everywhere, and my head is no exception. In fact, it's a prime example.
Just Another Poem About Writing
Up all night,
pen and lamplight,
the first chapter
to the final fight.
Imagination,
possibity exploration,
a shelter, a refuge
from desperation.
Dreams become reality,
this dream belongs to me.
With pencils, keyboards
I feel so free.
Writing & Life
Another book published,
(Another book locked away),
another fanfiction shared,
(another fanfiction forgotten),
another story told,
(another story gone),
another poem unleashed.
(another poem gathering dust).
Another idea given,
(Another unknown way),
another choice made
(another path deserted),
another lesson shared
(another mistake repeated)
another emotion expressed.
(another bottle broken).
Another risk taken.
(Another time to wonder what if).
What We Need.
Pen and paper.
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Coarse
Coarse paper with no
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n
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s
s
,
since my writing is childish without f o n t s.
Yet still, writing is all my spǝǝu
and all my
w
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t
s
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Just Keep Writing
We fuel our anger, saddnes, and tears,
into life, love, and hope
every time we pick up a pen.
Though we may feel hurt,
broken and damaged,
we write again and again.
Our anger slowly leaves us,
and the writing makes us free.
And when I write, the best thing is,
I can be me.
When I write, I am free.
Writers Block
My mind is blank,
I have writer's block.
The only rhyme I can think of
is dirty sock.
But, blank paper is opertunity.
Full of potientail.
Short times of writers block is a small fee
for the very best ideas.