I gaze at the table where the pen and paper lay. A lamp is lit casting shadows that dance from the flame. The chair is empty, cold... yet inviting. In my mind are poems that need reciting. I sit in the chair, pick up the pen then hesitate. Suddenly, I don't know if I should write about love or hate. I have felt much pain in my simple, unimportant life. I have known sadness, loss and the popular financial strive. On the other hand, I have felt my share happiness. I have known love and family; Yes, I have truly been blessed. I will write about were I've been and where I'm going. I will write about what I have and what I'm lacking. I will share myself with all those that read. Thank you all so much for letting me be me.
Reason for writing:
Just practicing some rhyme. I will be researching different times of poetry and practicing those too. If anyone has any suggestions on the different types please reply.
Birth sign: Scorpio
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