Writing simply helps me breathe,
Washes my soul before I leave.
Allows me somewhere to place the ink,
To show the world what I think.
Letters, words and rhyme
Are part of my being all the time.
Life without a place to write
Would be like sleep without the night.
A place for love, humour and pain,
Somewhere to be time and again.
Without the pen I wouldn’t be me,
To not exist, to not be free.
I would love to know why you write, why you do what you do.
. Leave me a comment please.
Hmm
You have narrated the reason of writing, I guess it is to unleash the words I hide and unravel the mysteries behind it, the emotions safely tucked away, that sometimes need untucking.
The pen is a great weapon so use it well and use it wise. 👍🏼
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Indeedie. 😇
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Hehe.
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I write because it’s like putting a stamp of approval on my feelings. Without that stamp of approval, my feelings won’t never be determined valid enough for reasons. I write because I care. I write because i cry. And I write because I can. Because I love being me, a tormented soul I am. I write to save myself from myself. I write from my soul. It keeps me alive.
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I can’t wait to read something from you, your words are placed just so and you express yourself so freely. Have no fear choose your best poem and try. Tell a bit of who you are in your about page. I will follow and hope you follow too.😇
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I write to excise my demons, as an escape valve so the pressure doesn’t build up until it all comes exploding out. Wow, I sound crazy! 😛
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Crazy is as crazy does, as some unknown person once penned. We can be sane in our insanity (i said that one) 😇 I’ve yet to meet a writer with both feet… firmly planted I mean 😀😃😂
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LOL, sounds right to me!!!
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Ha ha you are funny come again soon.😇
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I try, I try…. it’s that or cry like a baby needing a diaper change! 😉
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Nothing wrong with years… that is how I wash my ears. 😇
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LOL!!!
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wow… this was lovely! I write because it is my way to be. I love it.. it’s a whole different world… a world of words. I love playing with words and putting it together and bringing out my thoughts. I love reading what other’s write too. I recently started blogging again, after a huge gap… and am loving it so much. Glad i came across your blog! 🙂
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I am pleased you came and hope you explore as there is much that meets the eye and *wink wink* more 😇
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yep yep… you have an interesting blog… am following~! 🙂
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Your blog tell’s me I can’t follow😕😮
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awwww… you might have to personally add it to your wordpress reader? Not sure!
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Such an awesome poem. I have two epic adventures in my head that need to come out > one is non-fiction but the real deal is a 10 year journey that is slowly coming to life. Without it I would be nothing! Have a brilliant weekend and never stop putting that pen to paper 🙂
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I won’t Andy and I hope you come back once in a while. There is more to my blog than meets the eye. 😇 and Andy … get it done! Good luck
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Hiya Ellen >> great >> I’ll RSS you >> Ha!!!!! I’ll deffo come and check you out mate 🙂
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Ellen, well this is brilliant – totally brilliant , spoke me the entire poem… oh writing make us breathe and lightens the soul. Thank you for visiting my blog and following me. You have a great blog here. Love it all but love this the best.
Writing simply helps me breathe,
Washes my soul before I leave.
Allows me somewhere to place the ink,
To show the world what I think.
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You are very kind, thank you for your beautiful comment. 😇
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I write as an escape from reality. A safe way to write about experiences without the trauma or heartbreak of reliving them. Its cathartic and beautiful.
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Thank you, i agree very cathartic. I’m pleased you came.
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When I was a kid, I read books as an escape from my life. It definitely wasn’t a Leave it to Beaver type life. Now I write to give others a way to escape as well. I write stories of hope, no matter how dire the situation, things can always get better.
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That is a grand way to stretch out a comforting hand, thank you Wendy keep up the comendable work. 😇
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Reblogged this on Kate McClelland.
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Thank you again whole heartedly. X😇
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Lovely poem! I feel there are so many places, people and stories I’ve kept to myself and should somehow share before they just fade away…
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Spread the enjoyment Bea, share your memories. 😇Thanks for dropping by .
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My pleasure!
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I wrote because I needed to. I can only liken it to the need to have a child. I’ve been struggling since I published my first novel to find a new reason to write because the original need was met.
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To write a book and have it published is more than most people achieve. I bow before you, you may not have written a second book but you still write, there is more to writing than novels. Thank you for coming please come again soon.
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I write to talk about what’s on my mind, like therapy. I write to have something to share, to give away. Maybe someone who understands and relates will feel less alone.
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A superb reason to write😇
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Beautiful! The door to the word where you want to be and create it the way you want to have it!
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Thank you for coming Erika.
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A pleasure 💖
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