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Typewriter

Old and worn

Feeling tired

It has witnessed many writings

Many changes 

Many stories

It is old

And it holds so many memories 

The Author

And that’s what he wrote

He began with the end

Ended where it all began

He wove the story so well

I thought it was swell

 

The author, so humble in writing and in person

A man who partakes his blessings

He humbles himself and teaches readers to be the same

You’ll never forget his name

 

The books of pages and pages full

Each one completes the treasure of the story within

I thank the author for sharing his gift

A true treasure worth sharing

The Forgotten

I thought of it but I forgot

and so the page is blank

I tapped my pencil…

….one, two, three

but my brain is blank as ever.

I wrote it down but lost my rhythm

so a moment I paused

but the moment took forever

and now I’m back to square one.

the idea sprung out of nowhere

but my pencil was out of sight

I typed it in but just stared blank

again I have forgotten.

I stared at the ceiling

as if the idea would come falling

but it seems I may have stared too long,

since it looks like it’s melting.

I’ve racked my brains out

but still got nothing

so I ended writing a poem about fogetting

Inked

I bathe in black liquid, my head was fully soaked
my body was stiff — rigid, as the grip was held tight
the paper, solid white and blank, is now
littered with graffiti of handwriting
strokes, curves, dots – separated by spaces in between
what was thought of is now being written
 
I dive into that ooze of black liquid
as once again, another line, another word
needs to be written
smoothly I glide over the paper
as the writer does his job
writing in solid long-hand — beautifully written
 
I go into that bottle with the black liquid
once, twice…I lost count
yet I can’t complain as
the mark I leave behind, is as beautiful as a summer’s day
Words from a Little Person

Poets bleed from the heart and soul

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The single speaks her mind

GOD'S POETIC CHILD!!!

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Poetry, story and real life.

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