Nib bleeds blood black ink
Onto the open-mouthed page.
Flowing smoothly into shapes,
Describing joy, despair and rage.
Thoughts converge together
As inspiration draws images,
With words and connotations
Trapped inside writings cage.
As pen sculpts imagination
Lexis stays tight in form,
Rhythmical perfection
As metaphors maelstrom.
Alliteration allows acceptance
To subtle changes making haste,
Speeding through sight
Smell, sound, feeling and taste,
Creating a complete cacophony.
Making language take flight.
Twisting emotion into words.
This is why we write.














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The first thing you do when you wake up is hope. You hope that mom's okay, you'll make it to work on time, and that today is better than yesterday. As long as you have hope, you have a reason to live.
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Yours in perpetual admiration,
Valkyrius
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