Scattered Ink
- By Sophia Cac
Sitting down,
nothing much to do around here.
With the words scattered in my head, it's always doom day in here.
I wish they would go away,
I wish they would be shot down, so it could be silent in the night or the day.
Though, it used to be not much a big deal,
hearing each facts.
They keep remind me of who I am...
What I am.
Deciding, hoping, thinking,
what will happen if I write them down.
Would they become silence finally 'till dawn?
Would they get louder like the church's wedding bells?
Maybe it's worth a try, it'll help me get out of this cell.
Grabbing a pen,
with white, blank paper on the table, the lights start to dim.
Closing both of my eyes, ignoring whose voices was inside my den
so that I could think, hope, decide what to do to shoot the words like an ungrateful hen.
I hear the quiet voices,
silent whispers in the air, I who it caress.
There was nothing to miss.
I then begin my journey.
It would be long but I would do no delay.
For I am meant to go there, it's what fate had given, as a repay.
Where the world become just quiet place.
Where everything are formed in such wording, the time's slow down its pace.
My home, there shall I be given grace.
It is where I can be,
there I could be who I truly meant to be.
Who I am, my delay was suffocating yet the best place to be
Opening my eyes, seeing such sight.
A smile on my face, with my heart so calm.
It brought a tears on my own eyes.
It feels so nice, to let the ink be scattered around.
Scattered feelings,
scattered melodies,
scattered memories,
scattered inks.
What a nice world it is...
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MESSAGE:
So hello to y'all, Sophia Cac (Knight) here!
This Excerpt Book will be full of my thoughts that been form in poems/quotes.
What I've written down is sometimes inspired by music, pictures, characters, and et cetera so if you find familiarity, then we may have something in common. Whatever that is, I'd like for you to share your thoughts on anything here.
So I hope that you'll enjoy this book and I would appreciate any feedback.
-Sophia Cac
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Scattered Ink { Poetry/Quote }
PoesíaInsomia, my dear friend, you've come to visit me once again. What's today features? Huh, I hope I didn't make too many failures. Oh a new one indeed, perhaps I could try one to confess my deeds? Alright, hand me the quil, my friend, don't go and wai...
