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I hate writing Writing to me does not convey the meaning behind my words Writing restrains me from translating the tornado of my thoughts          My words form into the stone they are set in                What said in writing becomes who you are                      One kind act in a book, a saint canonized for eternity                           One bad tweet, let that be future’s unknown burden                Writing is the glorifier and the change inhibitor        I don’t like writing because I lose my sense of being   I reveal what and how I think of and to the world        And the world just stares blankly                 like crowds in astonishment or in ridicule                          While others proceed to shine above                       whilst writing and faking their way through words                              A scene from Shakespeare                                      Said so fast with so many meanings,                                 difficult to interpret if there was vision to begin                                  I’m not saying I am bad at writing                            I am able to reveal cyclones in essays                          Hurricanes in space               Words spoken never to be heard aloud,                   Comedies and tragedies                        Love notes and suicide letters                              Novels and Scriptures                                   Songs and Ballads    All for what?                                         For a chance to travel a point                                            To break through a closed mind                                                Set an idea that may change views                                                    To let the reader view the world                                               Through the eyes of a stranger or friend            Why not let them?                                                  Why am I to take myself too seriously                                             For humans are most comical when                                        We take ourselves too solemnly,                                 We over think ourselves into storms                        But we also fly through typhoons                  We build great nations from tribulation                      We explore new lands from eruptions                           We create new worlds from black holes                                 We travel through space and time from chaos                                        We create wonderlands out of madness                                                       But to do so,                                                  first we write                                                              。
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Oct 13, 2020
Oct 13, 2020 at 11:41 AM UTC
Hurricanes In Space
I hate writing Writing to me does not convey the meaning behind my words Writing restrains me from translating the tornado of my thoughts          My words form into the stone they are set in                What said in writing becomes who you are                      One kind act in a book, a saint canonized for eternity                           One bad tweet, let that be future’s unknown burden                Writing is the glorifier and the change inhibitor        I don’t like writing because I lose my sense of being   I reveal what and how I think of and to the world        And the world just stares blankly                 like crowds in astonishment or in ridicule                          While others proceed to shine above                       whilst writing and faking their way through words                              A scene from Shakespeare                                      Said so fast with so many meanings,                                 difficult to interpret if there was vision to begin                                  I’m not saying I am bad at writing                            I am able to reveal cyclones in essays                          Hurricanes in space               Words spoken never to be heard aloud,                   Comedies and tragedies                        Love notes and suicide letters                              Novels and Scriptures                                   Songs and Ballads    All for what?                                         For a chance to travel a point                                            To break through a closed mind                                                Set an idea that may change views                                                    To let the reader view the world                                               Through the eyes of a stranger or friend            Why not let them?                                                  Why am I to take myself too seriously                                             For humans are most comical when                                        We take ourselves too solemnly,                                 We over think ourselves into storms                        But we also fly through typhoons                  We build great nations from tribulation                      We explore new lands from eruptions                           We create new worlds from black holes                                 We travel through space and time from chaos                                        We create wonderlands out of madness                                                       But to do so,                                                  first we write                                                              。
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Oct 13, 2020
Oct 13, 2020 at 11:41 AM UTC
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