Sometimes I write about sadness
Though it doesn’t mean I’m sad
At times I write about happiness
But it doesn’t necessarily mean I’m glad.
And then I write about heart aches
Of how the heart can bleed
It’s not entirely my own
I just let my pen lead.
And so the emotions pour
While I continue to write along.
Staring at me
A blank page
Then, a bit of words and some sentences
But it’s not finished
And then, writer’s block
So it remains as a draft
But only for now.
A pen, a pen, oh! I searched for a pen!
But I found none
Not one that worked at all.
I needed to write it down
Needed to write again
But how could I when no pen was in sight?
The paper lay waiting
Hoping I could find a pen, so I may write on it.
And then sometimes I want to write about sadness
Sometimes it’s a song about love
And then at times about heartbreak
Sometimes it’s about life and acknowledging the existence of death
Then sometimes I write about nothing
About no one
About the world and the beauty it has despite the darkness it also holds
With all the sometimes, often I write with the aim not to please others
But just to bring joy
The world is not as cruel as they made you believe
People are not as selfish as they seem
And it’s never too late to start over
Why do sadness fill a poet’s canvas?
There are words of love
But most of the walls are filled with tears of hurt
Of scars from fighting fears
And the canvas is blank once more
What will it be filled this time?
I wanted to write something for you
I wanted to, just so you’d know.
But I can’t find the right words to say
I choke and I’m dismayed.
But I’ll keep trying like before
Because you are worth writing for.
No one sees
No one knows
Gain the popularity
But keep the anonymity.
All the fame
All the attention
Become a celebrity
But still keeping the anonymity.
He made me write poems when I was brokenhearted
He made me rhyme when I was excited
I thought that I was a no one who found someone
Turns out he was my lesson, that love is not for everyone.
I learned and moved on, finally able to let go of the hurt
My reply to the heartbreak was at first curt
But when the dust settled
I matured and won the battle.
He made me write poems…
What is the story all about?
How do you write it?
Where to begin and where to end?
Armed with a pen and a mind full of imagination
Your power is limitless