Black Poetry : pen and paper

omoboladapoet

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I woke up one morning
With a pen in my hand and paper on my bed
I realized
I have thoughts, words and visions in my head
If I don’t write them out they’ll be words never said
I grabbed the pen and committed a sin
For I worshipped my paper and pen
My surroundings went up like vapor
I didn’t stop the writing until later
Later in the night
Yes- it was night but my room remained bright
The words of love, pain and fright had ignite
The part of Bola that loves to write

Much thanks to paper and pen.

***WRITING AND CRYING***

i'm writing now
when i should be in bed
but instead
i write and write and write
only on paper does my world seem right
once i lift my pen off the paper
once my thoughts vanish like vapor
i cry because i'm sad
no one's made me mad
no one's hurt me
no one's here to bother me
but still i cry
because i don't understand this world...
unless i'm writing
and when i stop... i'm crying



since they r both short i decided not to waste space:D and they're both similar too
 
I call it sins of the scribe
when all the fatigue inthe world
does not aid your quest for sleep
when all the explanations bring not
understanding...
when the pen and the paper
are but masters of your disguise
and when you can't write you can only cry
the sins of the scribe has engulfed us all
But write on sista Bola...this is your call


The Dreamer.
 

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