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I'll bring them to life
Let them breathe on my page
They can't stay confined in my mind
The ink will write their story
No one understands them as I
So I have to write them
They want to be known
Their stories must be told
It's not just words on a page
I's memories, meaningful moments
Every letter, every word
Draws the pictures of their life
When they cry, I feel their pain
When they laugh, I smile
When the times seem most dark
My heart wrenches for them
The ink will write their story
And I control the pen
Let them breathe on my page
They can't stay confined in my mind
The ink will write their story
No one understands them as I
So I have to write them
They want to be known
Their stories must be told
It's not just words on a page
I's memories, meaningful moments
Every letter, every word
Draws the pictures of their life
When they cry, I feel their pain
When they laugh, I smile
When the times seem most dark
My heart wrenches for them
The ink will write their story
And I control the pen
Literature
Dream On
A dream can be
a passing thought;
a passionate ambition.
A dream can be
a battle fought;
a superficial mission.
A dream can be
a driving force;
a forgiving comfort.
A dream can be
a thriving source;
a deceitful consort.
A dream can thrill you;
drive you or kill you.
Beware of this, dreamers—
and Dream On.
Literature
Away From YOU
Let go you say?
Why don't YOU let go first?
Because everytime I'm almost there..
You run right back to me..
And I can never turn you away..
I'll always accept you in my life,
even when it hurts like hell..
because I know when I need a shelter;
I'll ring your door bell before anyone else..
and I know you'll let me in..
I promised you..
I promised I'd love you for ever..
You promised me the same,
You said you'd love me for ever,
as far as I know, you're still alive
Literature
Dancing With Dreams
'I'm back.'
The fragile silence collapsed. Slowly, the Other looked up, 'I thought... I thought you'd gone....'
'Forever?'
'For longer...' Came the murmured reply.
The Speaker swallowed, 'I'd never leave you.'
'Then where did you go?' asked the Other, indignation making cold words hot.
'I went to chase that happy ending,' answered the Speaker, 'I danced with all the dreams in the world and tried to discover perfection.'
An icy glare, 'So, what did you find...?' The question was bitter.
'I realised that the dreams I danced with were mere imitations of you – and I brought my happy ending back in a box.' The Speaker held out a smal
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's writing prompt "With the Pen in Hand." This is what I feel when I sit down to write/type a story. So many ideas burst forth, and I put them down, and then the characters direct me where I need to go so I can get their stories right. . .
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's writing prompt "With the Pen in Hand." This is what I feel when I sit down to write/type a story. So many ideas burst forth, and I put them down, and then the characters direct me where I need to go so I can get their stories right. . .(c) Arenoptara
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You speak for they who cannot be spoken through voices unmade and yet you give birth to their words. Beautiful.