Stress Release
Writing amazes me, the acts it can solve
Put a Few Words to paper and emotions dissolve
No need for thinking just put the pen to the paper
Let go your emotions sooner rather than later
Just write the first thing that comes to your mind
And whatever you write will be one of a kind
Not saying it'll be good hell maybe its bad
But to each their own opinion so just be glad
That you have the ability to think and create
So start right now there's no reason to wait
No matter who you are its never too late
To clear your mind let go of your hate
Put down your weapons, widen your vision
Pick up a pen, make the right decision
Let it out through words, end your silence
Before it leads you to a life of violence
If there's something inside you burning a hole
That's eating away at your very soul
That you feel you cant even tell your best friend
That's causing you pain that just wont end
Write it down! Write it now! It helps let it go
Then burn away the evidence so no one will know
Just try it once and see what I mean
It makes things easier wipes your mind clean
By writing it down there's no longer a doubt
You began the first step by letting it out
Though it may remain a thought in the back of your mind
That will drop in from time to time
Unlike before you'll no longer obsess
No emotional build up of unbearable stress
You may have told no one but your tensions decreased
And you'll begin to notice the repetitions have ceased
So like I said before writing amazes me
It allows infinite possibility
Where someone can simply write a story
Then have their name known throughout history
So write us your story make it up as you go
Don't be afraid to let us know
It's how we pass on our knowledge
Through writing we learn
You up for the challenge
Here's a pen its your turn
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Submitted on March 10, 2011
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Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 1,731 |
Words | 350 |
Stanzas | 10 |
Stanza Lengths | 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 6 |
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