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Blotted Ink with a Broken Quill

United States

13 years old.
In love with books.
Ranger's Apprentice. 1
Dawn of Wonder. 2
Wings of Fire. 3
Warriors. 4
Percy Jackson. 5

ENFP-T

Coldplay.
Beatles.

Guitarist.
Artist.
Screamer.
Lover.
Actor.

Join Date: September 12, 2018

Message from Writer

I have found that what I put here before was very deep.
Nah...
Just wanted to say hi.
So hello.

And remember that whoever you are, however you look, in what way you think, what you drink, how you express yourself, how you write, what music you listen to, and even how long your fingernails are, the only real thing about you is what you decide to be.

Growing Down (April Poetry Piece that I will probably forget about)

December 21, 2018

FREE WRITING

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He begins with, 
"Thirteen
Starting here, not began, haven't started, new lifespan.
Writing lines, black as coal, broken heart, mending soul.
Go to sleep, find light rest, open pages, I'm the guest.
Twelve
Countless hours, spent inside, painting backwards, with no guide.
Puzzling pieces, shoved apart, finally fit, perfect art.
Simply honest, yelling loud, hitting pillows, no longer cowed.
Eleven
Dashing snow, stringing words, laughing silent, singing birds.
Reclaimed innocent, back outside, rushing fields, taken stride.
Words are spoken, opened eyes, racing thoughts, ever skies.
Ten
Milestone here, doubly so, interesting premise, reality although... 
Music has entered, notes flying by, passing in colors, of sunset paved sky.
Cliche in a thought, clashing emotions, icicles standing, in a frozen ocean.
Nine
Back below two, open to change, almost forgotten, the fear and the pain.
Living in air, in many birds' lives, the ocean is seen, as white dove dives.
Drifting in levels, of legos and letters, reading is trivial, building is better.
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fading

Eight
Without complication, a thought of carnation, doesn't have to see, what is in me.
a thought outgoing, easily overthrowing, what it never really needed to be.
Vertigo isn't bad sensation, but in indignation, I took as something had to agree.
Seven
Incense filling spaces, candle smoke enlaces, sage and thyme with empty faces. 
Scorching tales, of dragons and mail, without anger and hail, holding up grail.
Leaving a place, where only temporary space, existed to be replaced, incased.
Six
Just now arrived, left to be derived, but soon revived, and then alive.
Sitting in beat, a journey can't meet, snow with all its sleet, tasting sweet.
Gliding down, on map with sound, without ground, to live upon. 
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fading

Five, Four
The memory will end soon, before I fully lose the tune, 
while sitting on my lonely dune, staring out into the moon,
carving out a sealing rune, when I see the light of noon,
and time is compressed to june.

Three, Two
Even closer to the end, now pictures are my only link, 
for writing this to you I bend, the rules that I do extend,
to be able to befriend, and not offend the godsend of love.
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One
One. More. Year.
One more year of treasure.
One more year of sun.
One more year of sanity.
One more year of battles one.

One more year of living."

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He finished as he realized the only thing he ever had in common with anyone else was that he was different.
 

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2 Comments
  • paperbird

    such a creative poem! i love the formatting and the subtle rhyme scheme you've blended.


    6 months ago
  • Majestically Awkward Manatee

    Beautiful! I like how you cut the ending! It sounds more simple this way and that’s a wonderful ending!! Great job!


    9 months ago