I have thoughts I can’t articulate
I have words I can’t speak
I have stories no one will sit through
I know jokes no one wants to hear
I have a speech ready but no audience
I have advice but no takers
I have secrets but no one to spill them to
I have a wish and no one to reveal to
I have fears that I am phobic of expressing
I have fantasies I cannot bring myself to enact
I have knowledge but none to impart to
I speak a language no one understands
I have experiences no one wants to share
I have a talent I want to showcase
And so I write
So my tears flow out of a nib
So I babble through an ecstatic delirium of words
So I scribble away my anxiety
I’m filled with ennui
So my boredom plays between stanzas I craft
So my ire seeks release through a pen
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Unannounced but welcome.
Surfacing from labyrinthine subterranean receptacles,
From a tortured trickle, eking out a word at a time, Continue reading →
What is this pen I hold in my hands
Is it a mere instrument of metal
Or a fine thread that tethers my thoughts to paper
Gives them life ere they disappear
An incandescent ray that expresses my feelings
And illuminates the blank sheet of paper on which it writes
A reservoir of fluid ink and emotion
The fount from which emanate words with the power to move
Perhaps a wordsmith’s wand of wizardry
Which, with a flourish, can cast a spell on the reader
A catalyst that draws forth scintillating inspiration
From the deepest recesses to transcribe, nay craft, into the luminiscence of poetry
And profound insights from the very soul
To imprint them on a page forever
This pen, it is a quintessence, a manifestation of who I am at the moment
How difficult it is to harness your thoughts.
How difficult it is to align them with another’s.
How difficult it is to tread the path untrod.
How difficult it is to walk the way the world walks.
How difficult it is to express yourself.
How difficult it is to keep your feelings to yourself.
How difficult it is to be yourself.
How difficult it is to be someone else.
How difficult it is to live up to success. Continue reading →