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The blank page... I heard writers experience this often, but not me. Either I am not a novelist, or I'm the best one ever. How can you not find something to write on a white piece of paper, I mean a white computer screen. Maybe it's because I am penning about anything that comes to my mind, no structure, no narrative, no lesson... nothing to trigger the ego or the pride. Just pure random, meaningless writing. That's my therapy.
Page wasn't a sage
He wrote a blank page
Oceans for him were lakes
His page more than a book
Inanity made him smile
The Sun envied the shine
Page wasn't a sage
Petrified of his putrefaction
He wrote a blank page
Oceans for him were lakes
His page more than a book
He stood on the stage
Petrified of his putrefaction
Audience ran away to escape
The stench
The pleasant fragrance
Page thought he emanates
Page wasn't a sage
He wrote a blank page
LC Apr 28
ink flows out of my brain
through my blood vessels
to my soft fingertips.
my hands curl into fists
as I crumple a sheet of paper.
a corner lightly cuts my finger,
and the ink flows onto the page.
#escapril day 27!
Pum Sid Apr 4
If I'll read a book
and its pages could talk
I would be thankful
for all they did
was to take me to a paradise
I've never been before;
And if pages could talk
would they beg for me
to go back and read from the beginning
when I'm almost at the end?
Because I think they knew
the feeling of being lonely, ignored
and being hugged by the dust
and wait for a small chance
for them to be flipped again...
John Bacchus Mar 22
If swords, in fun,
Go on the run,
We’ll no doubt find
There’s only one.

And rip, it must,
In adult lust,
The tender youth,
With poisoned rust.

And youth returns:
The friction burns
- The bag of bones -
No age concerns.

And both alone
- The sock of bone,
The sated man -
The broken home.

If swords, in fun,
Go on the run,
We’ll no doubt find
There’s only one.
rig Mar 4
thing just in that could
it got i just april
mythical use i but
kinda conditions
spending words the hard
for about concept
enjoyed me 1144 an just
one a don’t we that year
won’t
(these are, in order, the first words in each line of page 36 of my diary. random-looking verse structure is based on a square template as this was first an instagram post.)
rig Jan 30
purple hardcover,
blank pages – empty.
beautiful. thrilling.
i’m not done with my
current one though. but…
Spriha Kant Oct 2020
When clusters of anxieties roam inside me i try to read the blank last page of my life.
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