My Black Ink Pen

A dull sky above
A breath of exhilaration
With the wind in my hair
And a heart beating fast...
A friendly exchange of words,
Our first meet.
Dreams soaring high
Uneventful and yet intertwined lives.
Poetic significance furthered,
Rhythmic sequences spread around,
Satisfaction unbound.
An unending journey,
To a destination unknown...
The only insight to my life,
Records of umpteen memories,
Fulfilling only one purpose
Of stringing beads of words
Into sentences of purity;
To write a story of a little body
With a tiny mind,
And a small world,
Revolving around
Scores of strings of deformed phrases.
Unfinished verses, unknown faces,
And yet a sure path.
With the smell of power, of liberty...
The only obstacle, a pause;
A chaos filled mind, and yet,
An orderly summary...
An abridged dream,
Unfulfilled desire of the heart.
Mixed up words,
Sentences don't make sense anymore;
All that remains is
An unspoken story
Of a little body, with a tiny mind
Living in a small world;
With a new sharpness,
And corrections forming history;
Where errors have no role to play.
The only rhythm is
The heart beating fast
At this entwining of destinies
And the wind blowing fast...
Thus lies the power in
My black ink pen.

-Me

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To,
A young brother

All this mystery of a kind can say is...Congratulations!!

From,
A vampire, who lived through what you experience now.
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