(Writco tells us to write a story or poem & get started with your writing streak to be on top of the winner list.My rejoinder- 😀I write not to win an award or a competition.I do not write them,My fingers write my emotions.I write tales & poesy about my restless heart.For in the depths of inscribing,I find my peace,A solace from the world, a world to cease. @writco)
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In the depths of my mum soul, a world of words reside,
A fidgety brain that pours out its emotions abide with pride,
I write not for fame or fortune, but to heal and abide,
My pen a vessel, my paper a canvas, my heart a guide.

In the dead of night's quiet moments,when the world is still,
I find my voice,my heart,my will,
And let the words spill out filling all blanks,
Like a river overflowing its banks.

My brain and heart, playing a quizzing game,
Seek answers to the questions that bear my name,
With eyes that long to see, the world's design,
I pour my thoughts, in poetry's rhyme and line.

Not seeking stardom, nor awards to hold,
I write to express, my feelings to mold,
In the depths of my fractured soul, where words are my only role,
A poet's heart beats, with emotions that unfold.

In these depths of my soul, a world of words reside,
A turmoil of emotions, a symphony of pride,
I write not to win any competition, nor to gain a prize,
But to release the restless heart, & soothe my wandering eyes.

My Ink-stained fingers, a soul's refrain,
Writes to heal, to ease some chagrin & pain,
Not for fame or fortune's gain,
But to release the emotions strain.

From the depths of my soul, I spewed out my heart in verse,
With ink-stained fingers, a poet's every curse,
I write to convey of the wounds that time too has not mend,
To ease & rise from the pain that my heart cannot amend.

With every line,I shed a tear,
For the mangling memories that bring me fear,
But still I write, for in the words I find,
A solace that my heart and mind entwine.

I write not to conjecture, or to pretend,
But to articulate, to hope, to mend,
The fractures of the heart and mind,
The whispers of the soul, so divine.

I pour my heart & mind through writing, onto the page,
Not to seek fame or fortune, but to ease the cage,
A labor of love, a passion true,
A poetic journey, for me and for you.

Not for fame or fortune's fleeting gain,
Do I write, but to ease the pain and strain,
Of a soul that's fractured, worn and gray,
And to release the emotions that would not stray.

In these poetic words, I find my peace,
A balm that soothes my troubled release.
The fractures of the heart, they slowly mend,
As I pour out my soul, and my words ascend.

My pen bleeds with passion, as I write perpetually through the night,
My stories, a reflection of my quizzing heart's plight,
The ink flows like the tides, as I weave a tale so bright,
A kaleidoscope of colors, a symphony of light.

The ocean of words in my mind, a vast & endless sea,
Ebbs and flows within me, wild and free.
I dip my pen in ink & let the high currents carry me,
To realms of wonder, where my heart may be.

With each line, a piece of me is reborn,
A reflection of my heart, a tale of my scorn,
The ocean of words, a vast and a endless sea,
Sings on the blank paper, a melody of glee.

With every verse, I reveal my...