Clutched in your fist, here I am
to ink your world so darkly
I'll write your words, I'll tell your tale,
turning the white lined paper black
Scratch your story in flowing verses
or in prose if you please,
or draw curves and lines in black and white
to describe you in a picture.
Clutched in your fist, here I am
to pen your wildest dreams.
Author notes
Option 9 - Objects
My object was a pen.
A contest entry
- THE BIGGEST OPTION CONTEST YOU WILL EVER SEE ][ im away for a whole week next week..so be kind and enter please..or ill hunt you down and stalk you][ by x-Black-Butterfly-x.
600 points, ended August 12, 2007, 41 entries
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Comments
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I like this poem because of the realness of it it just reaches out to the reader like real life and... and its just an overall great poem!
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wow this was awsome you made the pen seem so life like. it was beautifally written adn your right i can imagine the oen saying this. it was beautifal. well done and best of luck
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