I thrive for fairytales, the unreal,imagined thoughts
I live in a fairytale when i am not distraught
I work for imagination, for it heeds my desperate call
I slave over red inked paper to perfect the unimaginable
I bleed across paper just to live and breathe
Books and stories are my friends,my sanctuary
I write to live, I live to write
If i do not have a pen and pad by my side
I cannot breathe and i loose my mind
You probably think i'm crazy, perhaps
As long as i have a pad and pen to write
I can breathe again and i can sense some type of light
Just lingering there till an idea strikes my sight.
Author notes
Okay, so this is a very true reflection of myself and my hobby.writing. So this poem is basically my obsession with writing and how i feel like i truly cant breathe without having some type of writing device with me and a pad or notebook to write with. Its like i'm trapped if i dont write. My writing abilities allow me to create new worlds, new people, have them interact through my words and let my imagination soar thoughout the pages. 
I bet many writers on this site can relate to my madness. 
enjoy.
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Stunning indeed... I agree with TattooedUndertaker, its our esape, to keep our sanity in a world that sometimes has no place for kindness or for us... Writing, we can create anything we want to, and cut out all we do not want... And you are so talented sis... I applaud you countless times for this write
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Stunning!!!
Very powerful write describing exactly how a writer feels. It is an escape for us. You have truly captured the very heart and soul of a writer and the reasons why we do it. Great job!!! * standing ovation*
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