Writing 101 [16]: Mine your own material

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the day I felt the world

closing in on me,

I looked up in protest 

and found a sky full of stars.

Twinkling silver specks,

turned the dark sky bright,

I looked up in awe

and saw the stars shine

I knew it was no magic

I knew it could not be fate

for when I looked up, I saw 

those stars were there for me.

While I sat under the dark sky,

twinkled by the starlight,

I looked up and felt the world

showering a smile down on me.

Hope glittered in light,

time stopped for a moment,

As I looked up and saw,

A sky full of stars.


 

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The picture above is silver glitter on my side table and I did not actually get the inspiration for a poem from it. In fact, this title was mean’t for a story ..or something. But then, here it is, the random poetry that comes out…randomly.

Here is a list of ideas I have/had which are meant to be “blogged”. This picture has been manipulated to look neater, or else you would have been suffering reading my handwriting (which is, stereotypically, closer to a doctor’s handwriting)

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Writing 101 [4]: A story in a single image.

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A Fish that could Fly.

Maybe if we look,

deep down inside,

we might end up finding,

a fish that could fly?

With strong wings to touch the sky,

hidden from accusing eyes

Solemn ways, tired of frays,

choosing a swim; rather than

the worth of flight?

Maybe, if we look,

deep down inside,

we might end up finding,

that we are the fish that could fly?

With strong wings to touch the sky,

hidden from accusing eyes

Solemn ways, tired of frays,

choosing a swim; rather than

the worth of flight?

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Cheesy, yes. Confusing, definitely. This is a try and well, I know I could do better but I like my words here. And the message.

Even 10% of my message is identified, I’ll do a cartwheel (no, just kidding – I can’t even do a hand stand – if it even is difficult than a cartwheel)

Thank you for reading! 🙂

Making the words dance

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In a distance,

where the sky meets the earth, his beloved.

The only shadow

that dares divide them; the horizon.

Stretches on forever.

But, they meet

not in secret

When the light darkens

and the dark lightens,

For they are forever

meant to be together, completing each other

Making a full circle,

As long lasting as time,

And so much as one longs for the other.

I call it “Belong”.

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One day I want to run away,

away from where I belong.

Or from that where I am told that I belong.

Maybe I don’t belong here. It might be I belong somewhere else.

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