what has happened to your hand, its touch has gone so cold – you
don’t hold me as you did before; that first time we fell in love, we
could spend hours of the night tangled to each other. I wasn’t as
pretty as the other girls, still when you held me, you felt a sense of power - an ownership. you never demanded much from me; you understood how shy I got at the beginning – yet that never stopped you from acting so possessive

even in the times I knew you cheated on me – going after those with much smoother skin, and who held that bolder strike; I knew that you’d never forget me – I was your first after all. I gave you the belief in your dreams, gave you confidence to show off your talents, helped you through your struggles, gave you a meaningful way to express your problems. darling I was your unshakable addiction, the mistress who added value to your diction, darling I was with you when you wrote your very first poem


what has happened to your hand, its touch has gone so cold – I hope
you found the right girl, still I’ll love you forever even when you get a
touch of every one of them in their words.





“And I too will love you forever, my first love…
my write, my words, forever my first poem that
came from you… my Eversharp pen."

Lay me to rest with my pen in hand, for the heavens shall serve
as my canvas, where with each stroke of ink, I will inscribe my
aspirations upon their billowing clouds - visible to all who gaze
skyward.

And as the rain descends, may it cleanse not only the tangible
world but also the abstract doubts that linger in the minds of my observers.

Through the permanence of my written legacy in the sky, let the
wisdom I have gathered extend beyond time and space. May it act
as a guiding beacon for the inexperienced, illuminating the path
forward amidst their uncertainty and ambiguity

                 ...my hand shall hold this immortal pen.

In the quiet corners of my
mind, I get lost
in my words –
as are my thoughts swirling
like leaves in the wind.
My notebook and pen become my
abditory:
a secret refuge where I
can disappear.

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And it is here, in this
cherished hideaway, that I
lose
myself completely,
enveloped in the embrace
of
ink and paper,
crafting a reality
all my own.

I write to be free,
flows right out of me;
when Inspired to write;
It comes rapidly.

My mind steady ponders,
A world full of wonders,
encouraged to Inspire, as
I ever so desire.

My pen steady moving, and
minds steady grooving,
it's as easy as walking,
let my pen do the talking.


B.R.
01/12/2023

GEM💎
  I speculate your beauty in these world
With this splendour isn't of blood
For I couldn't identify who's nameplate own
For which your smiling face is but a rare gem 💎

When you speak, thousand of  aid ⛑️, added up to my den
For which caused me,me of all people
Spate because Iwas in gaze
Your face are fireflies which flew around my pen 🖊️
Glittering,how so bright in the darkness
Your heart I see, it's unsaken Star ⭐✨
        
Well I don't think 💬 more to fetch
Since I really ****** fight through my dream
Dragging all my soul,this maybe the only reason I get with thee
And I know you, would show up
Since you and I need one soul

You've get this splendour bodybuilding
And it's very splashy to everyone
For it's like a star to every wondering bark
What could a man speculate about an angel
Who showed in my books,my dream,when I take a look at the summer's faces and even in the mid night 🌃,when it's dark 🌑,you shine.
    
This has been what I've long wait for
For which I left for a journey which I could not noted an headline for
I went to Sea, drowning at the waves
But not did I see but only the image of yours
What I desire for
When though, I've shun from the sea to the sky,
Looking at the galaxy, nothing amoung your part I do see
Natural you are ,how are you
If be it,what and many years
That had passed without you without you and I been loved
It is but a waste in this world 🌎

Allow me your love,to serve as a wheel of change
In my life,I wish a change
If your love could effect
You and I should be singular
I shall build you a spaza in my heart.