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Sometimes, often
I wonder what to write
These words inside me
Urging to let it out
Yet at the touch of the tip
In a scratch of paper
I paused; What do i write?
It isn't as simple as shouting out loud
I kept thinking
Until it became minutes, days,
weeks, or even months
It keeps me going
It brings a chill down my spine
Sometimes, often
I wonder what do they think
How they'll react
It's so confusing
Leaving a hot trail of mess
I wonder when
They'll tell me then
If it is okay to continue,
Or wrong to stop?
Sometimes, often
I want it to deepen
The story and I
It's connection to mine
I hesitate and am scared
Yet I try to be brave
That's why I tell my self
'It's okay, continue', I said
I keep my gears on
A million of words down
On a paper skin,
An ink of blood,
My soul has whispered,
I wrote it down.
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A/n:
Why do you write?
YOU ARE READING
Short Story poems
RandomPoems that have meaning. A collection of poems. Poems that have short stories behind it. Poems that you can either relate. Some are in tagalog while most is in english.
