Tag: Writing


Poetry is not written

With words

Its written with feelings

Dipped in heartbreak,

With a pinch of fear

Thrown in, with sorrow

Seeping in through the

Edges, and packaged with

Loneliness, complete with a

Bow of melancholy

On top.

-The Girl Lost In The Bookstore

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Poetry drips out.

I have scars


Every inch

Of my skin

From battles

That can have

No winners

Only, survivors

And poetry


Out of

Each of these scars

Like blood

Bleeding me dry

Of all the pain


Healing me.

-The Girl Lost In The Bookstore

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I dip my pen In the inky black sky And, watch, mesmerised As stars burst out Of the nib Aligning themselves Into a mass Of constellations As I put my pen To paper. -The Girl Lost In The Bookstore