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Some thoughts that I had about writing in general... thoughts about thought :)

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Today, I am grateful for poetry

Today, I am grateful for poetry A valid question may be

Today, I am grateful for poetry A valid question may be Why do you like to write?

Today, I am grateful for poetry A valid question may be Why do you like to write? In truth, there are some things

Today, I am grateful for poetry A valid question may be Why do you like to write? In truth, there are some things We don't dare say out loud;

Today, I am grateful for poetry A valid question may be Why do you like to write? In truth, there are some things We don't dare say out loud; Some truths we fear to reveal

Today, I am grateful for poetry A valid question may be Why do you like to write? In truth, there are some things We don't dare say out loud; Some truths we fear to reveal And all those pent up emotions

Today, I am grateful for poetry A valid question may be Why do you like to write? In truth, there are some things We don't dare say out loud; Some truths we fear to reveal And all those pent up emotions Roil inside, wanting out

Today, I am grateful for poetry A valid question may be Why do you like to write? In truth, there are some things We don't dare say out loud; Some truths we fear to reveal And all those pent up emotions Roil inside, wanting out So we pour them onto paper

Today, I am grateful for poetry A valid question may be Why do you like to write? In truth, there are some things We don't dare say out loud; Some truths we fear to reveal And all those pent up emotions Roil inside, wanting out So we pour them onto paper Like tears flow from our eyes

A valid question may be Why do you like to write? In truth, there are some things We don't dare say out loud; Some truths we fear to reveal And all those pent up emotions Roil inside, wanting out So we pour them onto paper Like tears flow from our eyes They take the forms of ink,

Why do you like to write? In truth, there are some things We don't dare say out loud; Some truths we fear to reveal And all those pent up emotions Roil inside, wanting out So we pour them onto paper Like tears flow from our eyes They take the forms of ink, Of words and thoughts,

Why do you like to write? In truth, there are some things We don't dare say out loud; Some truths we fear to reveal And all those pent up emotions Roil inside, wanting out So we pour them onto paper Like tears flow from our eyes They take the forms of ink, Of words and thoughts, So we don't have to say it aloud

And here our my thoughts about it~

Churning thoughts

Churning thoughts They swirl and prod

Churning thoughts They swirl and prod In my mind

Churning thoughts They swirl and prod In my mind š™š™Ŗš™§š™£š™žš™£š™œ š™–š™£š™™ š™©š™Ŗš™§š™£š™žš™£š™œ

Churning thoughts They swirl and prod In my mind š™š™Ŗš™§š™£š™žš™£š™œ š™–š™£š™™ š™©š™Ŗš™§š™£š™žš™£š™œ Seeking escape,

Churning thoughts They swirl and prod In my mind š™š™Ŗš™§š™£š™žš™£š™œ š™–š™£š™™ š™©š™Ŗš™§š™£š™žš™£š™œ Seeking escape, But no sound comes

Churning thoughts They swirl and prod In my mind š™š™Ŗš™§š™£š™žš™£š™œ š™–š™£š™™ š™©š™Ŗš™§š™£š™žš™£š™œ Seeking escape, But no sound comes No way to speak

Churning thoughts They swirl and prod In my mind š™š™Ŗš™§š™£š™žš™£š™œ š™–š™£š™™ š™©š™Ŗš™§š™£š™žš™£š™œ Seeking escape, But no sound comes No way to speak The vast waters roiling

Churning thoughts They swirl and prod In my mind š™š™Ŗš™§š™£š™žš™£š™œ š™–š™£š™™ š™©š™Ŗš™§š™£š™žš™£š™œ Seeking escape, But no sound comes No way to speak The vast waters roiling Inside of me

Churning thoughts They swirl and prod In my mind š™š™Ŗš™§š™£š™žš™£š™œ š™–š™£š™™ š™©š™Ŗš™§š™£š™žš™£š™œ Seeking escape, But no sound comes No way to speak The vast waters roiling Inside of me Waves tossing, creatures

Churning thoughts They swirl and prod In my mind š™š™Ŗš™§š™£š™žš™£š™œ š™–š™£š™™ š™©š™Ŗš™§š™£š™žš™£š™œ Seeking escape, But no sound comes No way to speak The vast waters roiling Inside of me Waves tossing, creatures Of great depths

Churning thoughts They swirl and prod In my mind š™š™Ŗš™§š™£š™žš™£š™œ š™–š™£š™™ š™©š™Ŗš™§š™£š™žš™£š™œ Seeking escape, But no sound comes No way to speak The vast waters roiling Inside of me Waves tossing, creatures Of great depths š™’š™–š™žš™©š™žš™£š™œ š™–š™£š™™ š™¬š™–š™žš™©š™žš™£š™œ

So I pour then onto paper

So I pour then onto paper Let the ocean

So I pour then onto paper Let the ocean Guide the pen

So I pour then onto paper Let the ocean Guide the pen And the wind blow

So I pour then onto paper Let the ocean Guide the pen And the wind blow The sails on the boat

So I pour then onto paper Let the ocean Guide the pen And the wind blow The sails on the boat The thoughts

So I pour then onto paper Let the ocean Guide the pen And the wind blow The sails on the boat The thoughts Spill out in ink

So I pour then onto paper Let the ocean Guide the pen And the wind blow The sails on the boat The thoughts Spill out in ink The shapes and words

So I pour then onto paper Let the ocean Guide the pen And the wind blow The sails on the boat The thoughts Spill out in ink The shapes and words š™Žš™¬š™žš™§š™”š™žš™£š™œ š™–š™£š™™ š™Øš™¬š™žš™§š™”š™žš™£š™œ

Maybe I can't

Maybe I can't Speak them

Maybe I can't Speak them Like others can go on

Maybe I can't Speak them Like others can go on š™š™–š™”š™ š™žš™£š™œ š™–š™£š™™ š™©š™–š™”š™ š™žš™£š™œ

Maybe I can't Speak them Like others can go on š™š™–š™”š™ š™žš™£š™œ š™–š™£š™™ š™©š™–š™”š™ š™žš™£š™œ But I can keep

Maybe I can't Speak them Like others can go on š™š™–š™”š™ š™žš™£š™œ š™–š™£š™™ š™©š™–š™”š™ š™žš™£š™œ But I can keep š™’š™§š™žš™©š™žš™£š™œ š™–š™£š™™ š™¬š™§š™žš™©š™žš™£š™œ

Thank you for reading!

Written by: Diana

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