Pick up your pen.
Pick up your paper.
For in this world we're in,
You're the creator.
Ink will stain your hands.
Blood will stain your clothes.
Cause as the world expands,
So too will your oaths.
Do not be afraid.
Do not be silent.
Pick up your blade,
And go forth in excitement.
Never forget to
Pick up your pen.
Never forget to
Pick up your paper.
For in this world we're in,
You. Are. The. Creator.
YOU ARE READING
Love, Poetry
PoetryJust a collection of poetry with no rhyme or reason. Well, sometimes there's rhyme and sometimes there's reason... but you get the picture! This is honestly just for fun, nothing serious as I do not consider myself a poet. Enjoy! Or not. I don't wa...
