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 Jul 2014 IncadesentCat
Poetic T
My thoughts melting,
Words are liquid,
Dripping from my ears.
I`m melting 25 not nice at nearly 8..
 Jul 2014 IncadesentCat
Hollow
A pen is the bridge between denial and self acceptance.
 Jul 2014 IncadesentCat
Tark Wain
A boy and his father sat by a lake
fishing rods in the water
but no conversation in the air
the dad asked what he learned in school
the boy said nothing
as his hook remained afloat
ok the dad said
but one day ill be gone and you'll wish you had told me

That boy became a teen
concerned with bigger things
like girls and homework
and designer jeans
he had his first date
but declined to tell his dad
that's fine the dad said
but one day ill be gone and you'll wish you had told me

that boy became a man
who had a little trouble getting on his feet
he was afraid to go home
to the parents that raised him
he felt his failures were a disappointment
so he said he was fine alone
just know the dad said
one day ill be gone and you'll wish you had told me


That man landed a better job
and met the woman he loved
now he was secure
and everything was ok
He picked up the phone
and had so much to say
but it turns out that day
was one day
 Jul 2014 IncadesentCat
Nandini
Tell me then ,
why they're fated together? The pen and the ink ?

The ink lies meek
With the pen it doth speak.
soaked in spirits powerful
Moulding mundane to artful.
That's why they're fated together !

Silent fingers woven around
Through the pen's lips my poetry's bound
Mere words nothing but mute
Breathes life my ink absolute.
That's  why they're fated together !
The pen and the ink are bound by each other to tell stories for times endless!
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