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A Boy Who Touched The Sky

sand and mud splattered on his dud he watches his shoes sinking deeper in pool a stone  at sight he doesn't want  to fight but that seems the only way to keep him cool he thrashes and there goes the stool flying through the sky a story to boast about as birds don't lie the crying soul went dashing  through the door calling foul roaring back  comes a clutter for a boy  the success matters so he gathers his wet shoes and tries to adjust the  stance forgetting the simple fact of he didn't  stand a chance and with a dance or two he runs like a fool towards the old school  with the thought  of ghosts playing dust off while his feet had started to give up rolling  over the grass bed his breath wide spread  a dragon cloud soaring high flew right amidst the floating sky the bird waved him slight  flying to go out of sight he had lost and found his try  beyond the mighty sky while fresh droplets  felt on his face  ended up the chase  rain had  made the dragon cloud to surrender a dr

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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