PenningA Poem by ChahklatPoetry is another facet of my constant, endless thought. The remembering and forgetting of everything I've been taught. Letters burned into each compartment of my brain. Penning a raging fantasy that I can barely seem to contain. The mind open to countless possibilities. And my reasoning, writing is my responsibility. Picking at each delicate thought and every single letter. Going over sentences constantly to make each flow better. Intertwining each line with wondrous descriptions soaking up the full beauty of everything I've written. My poetry is not a game. It is not something you can push aside. The more I write these emotions. The thoughts inside slowly die. Thinking back to days of lore and inking history down. The pit of my stomach is butterflies the feelings in which I drown.
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Added on March 27, 2017 Last Updated on March 27, 2017 AuthorChahklatSCAboutMy name is Chelsea. I'm 32 years old. I've been in love with writing since I was 10. I have gotten better at it in some ways, but I'd like to go back to my passion when I first discovered my talent. .. more..Writing
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