A Pencil With No Writer

A Pencil With No Writer

A Poem by PoeticFury
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I dread the thought

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A desk.......

A seat with no body.....

...........Yes that nobody would sit in.

A blank page that screams to be marked, but it is used for wrong.

When there is a pencil and a pen without someone to give it a hand.

Literally a hand where it would pull out the words when picked up.

That allows a human to leak emotion, and feeling that are normally trapped within.


A point to make a point.

In the first place.

Without it one has no case, but using the top of a creative tool that some use to clear words; put down the blade because this is not a life changer, but some things it can erase. For a small amount of time.

A person who is not fine......

Who feels replaced.

I know how it can feel.

Nothing to let out how they feel.

Except maybe a piece of paper.

All there life told that they are not right.

As they watch the one thing that makes them feel like they can win.

The yellow skinny object locked up as their parents does not allow him/her to write.


To no longer make them tense, but to have a utensil.

Instead of using there body as a stencil.

Pick up that tool, and say what you feel in your heart.

No need to express on your body.

Show how you feel through words, and fill your body with joy.

That is a proud mark.

To show that there is no such thing as I am not smart.

What I write is not good enough...

I can't create art.

There is no time for those words.

Take this drug of a yellow pencil or pen, and pass it on, and continue to pass it.


Just like people try to find ways to hurt.

There are many ways to write.

It is not hard to get a pencil my fellow writer.

Buy it....

Take it out the plastic.....

Get to work on what you feel inside.

Someone does not like it.

Don't hurt yourself, but kill them with kindness let them have it.

Cause there is no such thing as not believing in your self.

There is no such thing as someone who does not consider themselves as a fighter.

Though the one thing that bugs me the most. Is seeing a pencil with no writer.

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© 2011 PoeticFury


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PoeticFury
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Heaven has no fury like a writer with emotion. I love writing more than I love life. Why? Cause writing is my life, and without it I have no life. I enjoy music, and meeting new people. Also like most.. more..

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