My notebook is more of a diary....
No. It's really more like a book filled with piracy
Because I steal the thoughts of the world and use them as my own
Whether it is a theory explaining the universe or a simple poem
Because people are nothing more than books
The knowledge we can display is only that in which the universe has written in us
Opened or Closed
Will you reveal your pages to the world or lock yourself away like people do their diaries
And what message will your words display Love, Hate, Envy or Deceit
Or do you wish to lock away your secrets forever
And to let them fade to become myth
I know what I wish
I wish for my pages to be scattered to the wind
So that anyone can learn from the lessons I have learned, know the scars I have earned and understand that my soul still burns.
Yet, each of us are only one short story of the universe
YOU ARE READING
Poetry for the Soul
PoezjaI write, I write, I write I write away my sorrows. I write until my words run swiftly into my dreams, Through my nightmares they run smoothly along this page, Leaving a trail of ink that will one day fade. No matter how this page may end contorted...
