I sing a song. The pen is my instrument. My thoughts are the - TopicsExpress



          

I sing a song. The pen is my instrument. My thoughts are the words. As my hand and pen dance upon the page like lovers in their final dance, worlds are ripped from the nothingness, and dreams take form. From the soil at a beckon of a slash of ink raise hero’s and villains alike. All beside the empty faced men of normal. Before my infinite power they kneel, awaiting with bated breath to see if I shall give them the greatest riches my mind can produce. Or cast them forever back into the nothingness. When my pen finally rests a sonnet is all that remains. The strands, and knots that create a world never seen, but always heard and felt. Wont you sit and listen a while? For the song may not be there another time.
Posted on: Fri, 05 Jul 2013 06:16:01 +0000

Trending Topics



Recently Viewed Topics




© 2015