WanderlustA Poem by KringefestWhat I ought to be.
I sailed upon my blank empty notebook,
On a globetrotting adventure that I undertook. My pen bled and became the deep treading sea As I pondered and wondered what I ought to be. I am the scribe of a sprouting sick story, Eagerly crossing, dotting, and wording in glory. Bobbing along the inked savage sea, I pondered and wondered what I ought to see. The ink sea settled and steadily subdued. My notebook was full and all the lines were blued. An idea for a story had written itself just for me. Yet I still wonder and ponder what I ought to be.
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Added on July 16, 2014Last Updated on November 4, 2014 AuthorKringefestAboutWhy do we credit fantasy when the realism here gives us the beauty and interest we could ever wish to see? Ergo, fantasy is not my top genre. I like realistic fiction, however, but it may go overboard.. more..Writing
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