I picked up the pen today and I felt like there was something more
That I could do
I could swish the pen across the paper and stop midway and make a big smudge
Or I could keep on writing words that would never make
Any sense to any one
I wonder sometimes hard and deep whether I can change the world
With
Poems
Doesn’t that sound so fat fetched
so crazy
that you are probably laughing your head off now
But no
I am serious
What if I could really change someone’s life by a single sentence?
What if I could describe the rainbow so well a blind man would see?
What if
and the possibilities are
Endless
Beyond belief
Thing is
this doesn’t look like a poem
But then it does not matter very much now does it?
I am tired of sticking to a rule that words should be
A
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D
OR
ACROSS
OR
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I have my own style and I am going wild tonight
with my heart scattered
All over the Place
Doesn’t it give you an adventure
srt of like you are going somewhere?
With your words at your power
You could turn them
A
D R
N O
U
and go crazy with the pattern
Or you could just make them stick togtherlikeyoucan’tdoanythingaboutitanymore
See
it is all up to you now isn’t it?
Life is like that too
you hold the pen
you decide how to write
what to say
But the ink smudges
makes a little dark dot and you have to begin again
Or you forget what to say and you are lost
But
In the end
It IS up to you whether you want to turn away or make the words go round
In a different way
Because now there is a different chapter
a different pen
a different song
And you have to do it different
but still the same
just be yourself
And now I am picking up my pen
The endless possibilities of what may happen are all around me
All over the lavender paper and the black ink
I pick up my pen and write
