I am a Writer

Words are Powerful as are the Wordsmiths

I am a Writer

 

 

I am a Writer

 

The creator of men

The destroyer of worlds

I can shackle the strong

I can liberate the weak

 

I am a Writer

 

With my thoughts I mold planets

With my words I wield power

With my pen I shape lives

 

I am a Writer

 

I am an immortal

With my words come permanence

My body may rot

But my spirt lives in

 

I am a Writer

 

Maya Angelou said words are things

And my words are things

The stuff of life

The primordial ooze from which all things originate

 

I am a Writer

 

The pen is mightier than the sword, at least mine is

Because my pen can become a sword

“this guy stabbed that guy with a sword”

See, I told you

 

I am a Writer

 

Do not doubt my power

I can create a beautiful world

“A vast expanse of green covering the rolling, hilly plains. Unkept grass swaying gently in the steady, summer breeze; waving and rippling like the waters of a massive but gentle lake under warm zephyrs”

And then I can burn it

“and it burned”

 

I am a Writer

 

I can give you a perfect life

“he had a great job, gorgeous mansion, beautiful wife, and three wonderful sons”

Just to take it away

“but the tornado destroyed his house, killed his family, and he fell into depression”

 

I am a Writer

 

I can kill you all

“Everyone logged onto WritersCafe died”

And resurrect you

“then they all came back”

Without you even knowing

“and they never knew”

 

I am a Writer

 

And when I leave you on that cliffhanger

Literally, a cliffhanger

“His legs dangled over the seemingly bottomless pit beneath him. The jagged rocks of the Cliffside tore at the skin on his chest and stomach. The agony was almost too much to bear. The pain in his fingers was unimaginable; a deep, fiery burn, begging him to relieve them of their duties. They could not be relieved, though, because their relief meant his death”

I could save you

“Then, in a sudden burst of strength and adrenaline, so strong it seemed like divine intervention, he found the strength to pull himself up.”

 

But I’m not that kind of Writer

 

Embrace your power

Author's Note

We are ALL WRITERS do not just review this but once you do, ADD TO IT
Show us your POWER!

PS
Hope you enjoy this, it'll be my last poem for a while, alas i am just not a poet!

POWER TO THE WRITERS!!!!!

Reviews

[Kevin Horsley]

I am a writer because it allows me the freedom to express
I am a writer and I do it to impress
I am a writer because it relieves my stress
I find when I'm writing I'm at my best

I create characters in a situation
Which requires a little contemplation
Will they eat or suffer starvation
Some may die or achieve salvation

Writing was the only tool
That helped me to survive my school
The bullies in my world were fools
And I made sure I broke all the rules

I enjoyed your piece and have added to it - it is unrefined and a quick write but in there is a little of who I am and why. The whole story is much larger than the sum of its parts though.

A poet is someone who expresses and you have done so, it may not fit into a category but so what - who wants to be pigeon holed.

Keep up the good writes.

[Pendantry]

"and they never knew"
brilliant :)

I am a writer.
An accomplished
-- amateur.
See? For now,
I'm stuck:
I can rarely do
when I'm
expected to.

[Ripple of Aqua]

I love your strong and powerful voice that you posses. And the way that you engage the reader is just spectacular.

I am a Writer of science
A science of words
So magical that I may be a witch
A witch to control time,
A witch that may preserve life
And then the thoughts after death itself.
I am a Writer of math
A math equation of lyrics
So bound tight that I may be mad
A mad woman who speaks numbers
A mad woman who sees the equations
And then write it down so that all may know knowledge.

[Niki Wilson]

So true, sop powerful!

[GrownUpTime]

so unlike anything ive ever read...

I write to show my feelings
I destroy it when im done
I think inside my head
Adout how my work is never done

Writers have control
In a world of their own
But we are all very different
In the world they choose to create

"in a bottomless pit the village reaked of rot, decay, and most of all, DEATH"
~
"Asleep upon a cloud that holds the weight of all the world for us in total bliss... for eternity"

writing is a dream
our dreams
nightmares
anything we want

but BEST of all
...we get paid! sometimes...

[halflives]

HOLY CRAP THIS IS AWESOME. It really hits home about writers. TAKE THAT PEOPLE WHO MAKE FUN OF US~

[Amanda Naomi]

lol i love it!!! it was a serious peom up until
"The pen is mightier than the sword, at least mine is

Because my pen can become a sword

“this guy stabbed that guy with a sword”

See, I told you"

that made me burst out laughing!!!

such a wonderful sentinimant and a task to the readers!!! i love it!

[Review]

i don't usually like those poems that say one line over and over and over again with other lines in between it. but this one seems really powerful to me not just describing but testifying that we are all writers and we can all change the world beautiful truthful simple
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My second review for this poem. I think this is the first writing I read from you, and it made me want to read everything else you had posted. I have read everything you have posted and reviewed like 99% of it now. You are such a talented writer; everything you write is great and I can honestly say I am a fan.

I am not really much of a poet either, but I am a writer, and

I can make you cry
"Tears welled up as she read"
I can make you sigh
"She sighed"


Well, it was worth a shot.

Very cool poem!!

[Jonathan Ballam]

I'm am not a writer (however, I imagine myself) to be a determined termite crawling through the fungus wedged in the bark of a tree.

Although this piece is more of a statement, than a poem I think at some stage you should consider editing it down a bit. The length makes it a bit tiresome to read.

Despite all this, it still remains a fascinating write. My favourite line would be "primordial ooze from which all things originate".

Keep at it, and thanks for your review on my poem (i.e. called blind).

;)