Book of Poems

Thoughts of a Pen

Authors note: this was an assignment I had to do for class, you had to personify a random inanimate object and write a poem from it's perspective. I chose a pen. I honestly don't know why. This is the final product:

The Thoughts Of A Pen

Word after word I write

Day after day

Ideas that are transferred from thoughts to paper

Ideas transferred Through me, the pen you hold in your hand

Writing the words that you wish to write down on to paper

Poems, Drawings, memories, Paragraphs

The tale of a child who runs through a Hundred Acre Wood with his friends

These stories that I write onto the paper that I'm writing onto the page, me the pen when I write- while you say you've done all the work, when I'm the one

Writing Love letters, the secrets you write in that diary you hide under your bed.

So many words, thoughts and ideas, all of them you write down onto this paper-

Using me to write them all, the pen you are writing with, me this pen in your hand

Day after day

Word after word I write

Thoughts and ideas

Poems, Drawings, memories, paragraph,

Story after story

All of them, you write on page after page of paper, using me, this pen in your hand.

I'm the one who is writing, documenting all of this for you, Not you, who makes me write these words on the page. sweeping me across this paper forming the letters which then become the words, paragraphs, that will become the finished story.

The final letters and words of the story are written, and finally I can sleep, for you have finished this story.

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And that's the end of the poem. I'm sorry if it sucks, I tried. Thanks for reading it.

-Sage