Published February 1, 2019
I am the pencil
Ever so new and ever so old
I am treasured like gold
For all that could be told
I am the pen
That makes such beautiful stroke
When used
I make everything look so official
But if I ever run out of ink
Surely shall it be the end for me
As I say goodbye to the beautiful story striving to be told
I am the notebook
Where not only notes
Lurk about
Where every little word
Ever written down with such passion
Such passion that I know so will
That it such a beautiful mission
I am notebook that holds and molds
The world into what she holds so dearly
My pages are filled to every little corner with rage
My pages filled with love
My pages I filled with hope and desire and ever so more
I am the paper where the pencil is destined to forever touch
I am where the pen and marker come to bring their points and die away
Where ideas flow so beautifully elegantly
Where a frustrated writer pleas with it
Where the writer cries upon
I am pencil bag
Where I hold all that writer holds dear
The pencils and pens fight
To be shown
I am almost as heavy as bar of gold
For all that I hold
The writer values and treasures just like gold
I am the erazer
I am the one who makes it go away
Oh so much left once
Now barely hanging onto my very job
I am ever so new at beginning
But now I am used and bruised
To the point where I disappoint my dear writer
Oh how can say may I sorry
Oh dear writer
So full of ideas and hopes
I am so sorry
I hope the next meets up to your mission
I am the sharper
Where pencils come to once again relive
And sometimes to even die
I am where the points make it so
I am where the writer curses
For sometimes I break
Than the writer must start all over again
What can I say I work with all my might
I am the earbuds
That are sometimes forgotten
I am the very thing that the writer cries out loud for
Oh she cries out
Oh must
Oh must
Have them so
I am the very thing that allows the writer to be in their own world
I am the sticky note
Where ideas are scribbled on
During times that they should not be
I am the note that floats without a boat
Sometimes I am forgotten between the jeans pockets
Oh so later
I am find in crumbled and broken state in jean pocket
What can I say but sorry and pray
That another can stick around to help you out
I am the paperclip
That holds everything together
In hopes that the writers stories can be heard and told
All that hold
Is valued twenty times more valuable than gold
I am the binder
That binds the life
Of a many tales
And many joys
That will one day be heard by thousands of people
That one day will be whispered to children as they sleep
That one day will be put on display for all to understand and open their minds to
That one day will be used as an example
In class so simple
But no one will care
As much as me
For I know
Even as I begin to break
I am all that made it possible
I am the plastic covers
That hold and protect
All that the writers writes and hopes for
I am all so much
But all so little
Treasured like gold
And show off like diamonds with such beauty inside
What is there to hide?
So I the Writer
scream out today
All that can be told to you
And to the world
Inspired by all
Shut down by none
I am the writer
Who has nevered to stop
Never questioned her gift within
I will write even if my writing hand has fallen off
I will find a way to write with the other hand
If that falls off
I will find a way
To write with my feet
If they fall off
I will use my voice
If that fades
I will use my eyes
If that fades away
I will find some other way
For I am the writer
And I will Never stop writing
For if I do
There would be purpose for me
I am the writer
I am the lover
I am the warrior with a pen and paper
I am the storyteller
I am the poet
I am the believer of many tales
I am the writer from the day I was born until the day I die
I am the writer
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I love this poem, the idea, and it flows nicely. However, there are a few things I'd like to point out,
First of all, the use of 'old, you had gold, told, old, hold, mold, listed so many times, in almost every section. I wish you'd use a bit more word choice.
Second, you separated some ideas, and you didn't for others. For example, you didn't separate pencil bag and eraser, but you did for the sticky note and the paper clip.
Finally, there were several sentences that didn't make much since to me, for example, "Every little passion that I know so will." I think you meant Well. I'm not going to go through, and point everything out, that's not really my style. But you should probably go through one more time, or read it out loud to catch these sneaky errors.
Of course, other than that, I loved this poem, and it's most certainly getting a like!
As always, keep writing, even when others talk you down!
thank you for the review
Hey there, AutumnDawn, MaybeInk here for a review. (Just wanted to say that your name reminds me of my oc, Autumn, okay, on to the review, oops)
This is one of the best poems I've recently read on the Young Writer's Society, and I'm really tempted to print this off and hang it on my wall...are you okay with that? This is just really aesthetic and beautiful and 15/10 would definitely recommend.
I noticed a couple grammar and other small mistakes, so I'll go point those out now.
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"That makes such beautiful stroke" In this line, you might want to change it to "strokes" or "such a beautiful stroke." Of course, maybe this is part of your writing style, so these are just suggestions.
"I am notebook that holds and molds" is a beautiful line, it really stood out to me. But, like the line about the pen's strokes, you might want to change it to "the notebook."
"I am almost as heavy as bar of gold" could be "heavy as a bar of gold."
I've noticed that in a couple lines, you've written "erazer," my auto correct is telling me to replace that 'Z' with an 'S.' Also, who gave you the right to make me feel empathetic towards an eraser??? T-T
"Where pencils come to once again relive," could be "to once again revive."
The part about the earbuds is so true, I can't function without them.
The word writer is capitalised in some lines, but in others, left small.
The last section, told from the view of the writer, is really amazing and empowering, and it's my favourite part.
All in all, this is really beautiful and incredible, I love it so much, keep up the great work,
~Ink
(Seriously though, can I print this off and stick it on my wall???XD)
thanks for the review and yes you can post this on the wall as long as my name is in it .
Hi AutumnDawn!
Liberty500 is here to drop of a review for you! Let's get right into it! I really loved your poem! Especially that second last paragraph! It's wondrous! I love how you chose to make all the items 'speak', I would never in a million years, thought of that. It's amazing! But, i saw a few mistakes that I wanted you to check.
So, this line in very elegant: "That makes such beautiful stroke" but you may have forgotten to add the 'a' in between 'such' and 'beautiful'. If you DID add the 'a' this is how it would've sounded like: "That makes such a beautiful stroke".
Then, you had this line: "That it such a beautiful mission". I loved that you used the word 'mission', it makes it sound... awesome. There IS just one thing I noticed. You wrote 'it' and it doesn't really fit in properly you know what I mean? There's two different ways (that I can think of) you could have written it:
- "That it's such a beautiful mission"
- "That is such a beautiful mission"
Also in this line: "I am notebook that holds and molds" there's two things that I spotted. 1. You wrote 'notebook' and it make sit sound like a notebook is a name, of a person, am I making sense? You might just wanna add 'a' in front of notebook so it sounds more like this: "I am a notebook that hold and molds." 2. You spelt the word 'molds' incorrectly. It's supposed to be like this: 'moulds'.
I also found something here in this line: "Where ideas flow so beautifully elegantly". You made it 'beautifully elegantly' and it doesn't sound right if I say it aloud. You might wanna delete one of the 'ly'.
Here "I am almost as heavy as bar of gold" it would sound better (not that it's not already better) if you added 'a' in between 'as' and 'bar'.
Spelling mistake! "I am the erazer" This is how 'erazer' is spelt: eraser. All you need to do is change the 'z' into a 's'.
This line in general doesn't make sense to me: "Oh how can say may I sorry". it doesn't oud right. Maybe you could explain?
The word 'Than' here "Than the writer must start all over again" is supposed to be spelt as 'then'. As in, "Finish your dinner, THEN you my go." But if you used 'than', then it'd be used in a sentence like this, "Your sister is older THAN you."
What can I say I work with all my might
I am find in crumbled and broken state in jean pocket
All that the writers writes and hopes for
You wrote, 'nevered' in this line: "Who has nevered to stop" and it kinda confused me because 'nevered' is not a word. I even searched it up, in case.
The 'Never' does not need to be capitalised in "And I will Never stop writing"
These are all the things that I noticed were not sounding right, or not looking right. Overall, I really loved to read this poem! It was really fun to read! I'll hope to see more from you soon!
Keep on writing!
~Liberty500
thank you for the review
No probs!