Words flow out of my mind,
Filling the page,
I don't really know why,
Don't know what they mean.I never stop writing,
The pages fill,
Then - suddenly - the hand is still.I look at the paper,
The pages are filled,
My eyes scan the words,
Taking them in.Line after line,
Until I'm done
- then for a moment it's quiet,
I take in what I wrote.I feel what it says,
But I didn't know I could
Write those words down,
Create all of this.They were always inside,
I just let them out.
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[Dark] Life
PoesíaLife is the most inspiring thing of all. It brings forward the best and worst of us, makes us cry and laugh like nothing else. Life includes everything we can imagine and is therefore the only thing a poet will write about. This is a collection of...