Paper Chronicles I: Waterfall of Poems

Paper Chronicles I: Waterfall of Poems

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Writing is easy but writing a literary piece is easier, when you use your heart and mind. It drives me to a certain feeling when I always grab my pen and paper. Just two things I need when something bugs me, or when I'm happy enough to produce another piece. Things aren't easy at first though, because thinking the topic alone isn't that easy. It takes a sincere realization and imagination on how to form something magical, something different. So whenever I write a poem, I always put my heart on my paper and my mind on my pen. The ink from the pen is my blood that never stops flowing, but as soon as I stop writing, it will be gone and so the illusion behind the words formed are revealed. Just think of something. Relate it to what you want to write. Look for an inspiration. That's how poetry works. That's how poetry moves someone to tears, bliss and sadness. That's how poetry transforms you into a different person. But do you know what's the most important for me when it comes to poetry? That's how your heart and mind show mutual relation, a seemingly warm bond of two parts that when combined will result to a common denominator. That's the poetry cycle. Simple.Calm.Magical
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Sometimes when I say "I'm okay", I want someone to look me in the eyes, hug me tight and say, "I know you're not". I have felt like this many times in my life; as a kid, teenager and as an adult. I have seen many things in my life and felt even more things that has been horribly depressing... But I got up. I stood up to walk on for another day. I dealt with my emotional amnesia the only way I knew I could and that was by writing it out into poetry. I wanted to forget my pain and forget what I was going through. I needed that cut of the blade or a pill to drink to take everything away. My poetry became both my pill and my blade... Now I share the most intimate part of myself with the world. The part of me I kept hidden in the closet. The part I never thought I would ever present to the world. Now is the time I have to stop having amnesia about my emotions. It is time to learn, to better myself and to stand up and remember the things that I shut out like a voluntary amnesia all these years. Those who are offended after reading this - f**k you! If you are sad with me and willing to cut your wrist - I know how you feel! If you just enjoy the words - I love you! #679 in Poetry on 17/03/2018 #779 in Poetry on 18/03/2018 #807 in Poetry on 19/03/2018 #474 in Poetry on 22/03/2018

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