Ode to the Pen

reachdown12reachdown12 Posts: 693
edited September 2007 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
Look at you lying there
In all your simplistic glory
Your symmetrical angles gleaming
In evening's dimmed light

The variety of sizes and shapes
Goodness there's no end
Thickened for silent screams meant to be heard
Or thin for secret keeping souls; their tales ne'er told

The credit deserved goes ever unannounced
For how would these masterpieces of the mind
Be heard of without your magnificent abilities?

The mind may be the place of beautiful creation
But you, my seemingly innocent friend
Have the power to make or break the poet's life.
"Everyone wants to be the sun that lights up your life, but I'd rather be your moon so I can shine on you during your darkest hour when your sun's not around."
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Comments

  • MY PEN! MY, MY, MY, MY PEEENNN!!!!! DON'T TOUCH MY PEEENNNNN!!!!! IT'S MINE!!! :D

    I still pen all of my work reachdown12. :)
    Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
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