Runaway Pen

Runaway Pen

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These stories, rather short and somewhat poetic are just some thoughts my messed up mind came up with. I like to write them down into random pieces of paper such as my math scratch or some toilet paper and even scribbled receipt. And whenever I do, my pen seems to always write a little bit too much; too much words, too much feelings and also brings back too many memories, sad memories - memories that i would rather not remember and bury underneath the deep ends of the earth. But hey, thats life. Theres the good and the bad. Sometimes you get a shot sometimes you don't. There are days you'd want to live a million lives and days you'd wish to die a billion deaths. You live, feel , die . Thats it. All these are out of control. The outcomes, the chances and life itself. But you know what is in your control? - your pen. So set your emotions free, and express away! Get ahold of your pen and write/draw to your heart's content. (Or until your hands bleed )
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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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