The books you read and the books you write
Will open your eyes to a brand new sight
You have a thousand worlds inside your head
That you explore in dreams when you go to bed
But when you take a pen with ink
You find out just what all you think
Let your creativity soar, shalt the words not make you sad
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Stories by Arsyn
Manic Philophobia
An assortment of poetry in no particular order, with no particular meaning.
I've been writing poetry since 2...
The Beckoms Suite
"Okay."
She said in the smallest tone. He hurried out of the room in a mid paced walk, leaving Ami...
Golden Angel
"I live in a place where the world seems to stop. Nothing ever comes to me anymore."