Ink and PaperA Poem by Malen
So we meet again, said the paper to the pen
It must be fate Just a grueling date Maybe it's love Or a forewarning from above Why must you be this way We are just here to play Must I be forlorn Laid down for this ploy Theatrical relevance marked forever A dance of words with cause to stir Flowing to the rhythm they beg us to sing Borders and guidelines Rules and restrictions You are only asked to compose fiction No voice real Only what they demand you feel Channeling creativity Thoughts always remain free I can glide upon you candidly Or mark you with intent They do not confine Only challenge a skill earned willfully Have you lost your mind I am open and free A blank space to be filled with spirit Wince writing first began What defined there in Beginnings lost to time Honor to be given Their path is ours to exploit Endings mark what is said While you daydream in shadow Shaded like a learned child Only given way to control Have you not wrought soul You lay, open and endless Yet your own edges restrict What now thee say I was cut this way © 2015 MalenFeatured Review
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5 Reviews Added on February 27, 2015 Last Updated on February 27, 2015 AuthorMalenAboutI love to write. It is how I connect, reflect, introspect, and express. I tend to keep to myself, but love to interact. Creative minds and reaching souls always inspire me. I enjoy diversity and eccle.. more..Writing
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