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I fell down amid the streets  got up dusted myself wishing  noone had seen how I have been wishing a path to light beyond this wrath to fight beyond  this aftermath  but nothing so far wishing for  the next turn after this heavy run  that can predict  that the fall can be fun wishing for lesser bleed that doesn't stain the meed but only calms down the greed within that speaks of being sober  wishing for greater stride when I climb down  the mountain of pride while I see faces that grinched  at me over and over wishing fate to debate until after the slate to be wiped clean from constant slaughter wishing pain to be part of very much everything so that you  aren't left alone under a sad looking stone  *pic courtesy pinterest art collection

The Pen That Wrote

The pen that wrote something

about a girl who fell in love

while swinging alone

as she flew to the top

cracking laughter to her bone


The pen that was impolite

as it wrote something 

about a night

as unfortunate fight

just lost the hindsight

of a woman

struggling to sleep right after


The pen that wrote something

about a traveler

that runs into a dark cave

and encounters a monster

that digs deep into her eyes

finding the real meaning 

behind her wandering rave


The pen that broke in anger

when it tried to write 

what it does not

want to

but wants to tell the story that people

should listen to..


The pen that draws a dagger

while it tears apart

the hands that write

a merciless

encounter with a little girl

that goes out of sight

as she mentions 

she has no right

nor can fight

as she wants food for hunger


The pen that saw

a bloody massacre 

as guns were fired

without reason

taking away shelters

scaring away humanity

bitter assassins 

empty civilians 

and a road that never

opened to freedom



*Dedicated to real journalism

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