A place of sorrow, of fear, of pain.
A place of joy, of hope, of love.
A place to cry out in fear.
A place to shout in joy.
A place to be myself, and hope not to be judged for who I am.
Ideas, plot, words that flow From the pencil to the paper below
Once such a chore Once such a bore
Now a hobby to do in spare time Creating stories and poems with rhymes
Once your hate of writing has past It's time to think of what will last
Pick a theme, an idea, a word It's time to make YOUR words heard
Writing lets your expressions free It hides the truth, the plea
Within a tangle of words, a plot You need a keen eye or it'll all be for naught
But, often truth can be found All you must do is look around
Having trouble on how to start? Don't worry, think of it like a work of art
What I do when I'm stuck I put on my music and sort through the muck
The beat of the song calms me down As I pick up a pen and go to town
My writing tool flies across the paper Because I am the author, the shaper
Of worlds, of love, of loss Because this is MY writing, where I'm the boss
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_______________________________________ Hey it's ya boi Cassia!
So I was thinking about writing, and listening to music, and found this AMAZING base online, and thus this chapter was born! I'm guessing y'all are glad to get a break from "doom and gloom" poems xD so I made this. Anyways
