When i was 13 and i decided to start writing poems ... I took a blank
paper and held it in my hands... I looked at it and before i grab the
pen and start un-blanking it.. i asked my self..Why am i doing this?
at the time i didn't think of how hard it would be to come up with
words that doesn't even belong to my mother language .. I didn't think
of how impossible it sounded to say i write poems and i'm good at it ...
I just wanted to indulge my self in that world ..
A world where
a mere word can be so powerful it can shudder a whole body and make my
heart throb ... A world where words can be sharper than a sword and
faster than a bullet bolted from a gun.. A place where the beauty of a
mind is more desirable than a beauty of a face or a body ... A place
Where a beads of thoughts worth a lot more than a beads of diamonds ...
And now after 9 years It still sounds impossible to say that i write
poems and i'm good at it .. But i still wanna be part of this world ... I
like this world of poems and poetry and i'll alway be an avid ...
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