Challenge
Sometimes I sit to write and words just flow. It's almost as if my pen has a mind of its own. We all know that isn't true...but what if it were? Imagine you sit down to write and your pen takes over. Write a scenario of an out of control pen. What would your pen write without you in control? Go anywhere you would like with this! Poem or prose! I will do one too! Tag me!
The Poetry of a kind soul
Chapter 1 of 3
A world of my own
I sit to write in the quite of night
Im my hand a pen awakes to the color of life
It takes control, a will of which i cannot fight
It expresses the true creative strife
With every flick and line
I see a world form, a world of love and peace
the pen itself created a world divine
With every word my thoughts begin to cease
A land forms before me
A land completely my own
Now that i let my pen's will free
The true colors of literacy have shown
Trees begin to form among
creatures, none alike
and birds begin there vivid song
My pen has given me view into the light
What words can do
To the mind of the free
is elegant to say a few
This story i have told must stay between me and you