What writing really is

The pen soars

leaps

flies

across the page

dancing against the paper

creating lines

curves

letters

words form

spun from the thin, golden thread of imagination.

The pen twirls

twists

words and realities flowing through my body

using a pen to channel my creations

using paper as my trustworthy canvas

writing is an art;

we escape from the fearsome world of reality

into the safe havens of our own

we are trapeze artists

swinging and gliding

twisting and streaking

illuminating paths into other worlds that we never even realized existed

we are silhouettes of millions of possibilities

reflections of the beautiful chaos of our imagination

giving endlessly to boundless worlds

creating what was seen as the impossible

but is now viewed as endless possibilities

Calico Frost

VT

13 years old

More by Calico Frost

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    I am tormented by slight movements

    even silence is hurting me

    reality seems to be strobing

    or something like it -

    I've yet to learn how to explain these moments to others,

    even myself.

    It's not normal,

  • Anticipation

    This is the worst kind of anticipation

    this anticipation isn't just fear of what is to come

    it's laced around the edges with knowledge of how it went last time

    of how a repeat of last year is most likely inevitable.

  • Dear Musketeers,

    You two have entered my life at different times

    yet you both mean the world to me

    I dread separation -

    the battle between boredom and loneliness cancels out everything else and I miss your everyday comments on the world