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This poem isn't really supposed to be layed out in stanza's, this is how I actually intended it to be layed out I'm not just being lazy! Please voice your opinion -good or bad- I'd really like to hear a truthful opinion rather than a forced comment that means nothing. Also please let me know if I have made any grammar mistakes! Thanks a lot From CuteJackRussell
My pen makes contact with the paper,
leaving a black flowing line of meaning.
The words spiral around my head,
joy sweeps over me like paint on canvas
and I feel excitement brewing in my stomache.
I scribble away madly,
the words like a cure for my sadness.
Light is instantly revealed to me,
and my pain is washed away.
Words form in my mind,
my imagination is soaring and I feel enlightened.
Happiness inhabits my heart and soul,
the language arranging itself perfectly,
before my eyes in a blend of wonder.
I sit back and stare at the page,
looking back at my creation.
I begin to improve it and change
what should be changed,
feeling pain as I see the flaws in my writing.
But joy when I look at the interesting language,
Grabbing me in and filling me with pleasure.
Nothing is more fulfilling,
or as exciting as this art.
I can find nothing more pleasing.
Or as perfect as when I start,
to write my minds song.
I have never felt as happy,
as when i am sitting at my desk ready to write...

