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THE GIANT PEN ANTHOLOGY LETTER TO THE FORGETTEN PEN

THE GIANT PEN ANTHOLOGY LETTER TO THE FORGETTEN PEN

THE GIANT PEN ANTHOLOGY

LETTER TO THE FORGOTTEN PEN

How are you my darling pen?
It has been a while, no see.
I know you’ve missed me,
Just the same way I do.

If you are reading this message,
Just know I missed the memories we had together.
Every day, every night my heart beats about you,
_So sorry I forgot you to trivialities.
©DRUNKEN INSPIRATIONAL PEN®

Like the gentle whisper of winds
And retarding echoes of sounds-
I have caused you to wither away-
Away to the house you are come.

I am pained my pen cannot pen-
And my pain is plagued in my pen.
Let me this day, remember my pen-
To take the wheel and forever sail.
©JUDAISKY CARES®
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This day I pen to you my pen,
In words from the depth of my heart.
I miss the words we pour on innocent sheets,
Words that hold tight to hearts and memories of readers.

Exam stole my heart away,
It kidnapped my thought,
And seduced my attention.
But dear pen, I am back.
©JOSEPH JASEF®

My mind and soul are battling to speech their pains,
And the stomach to stage its pangs. 
But for you, the art,has crawled to the shade of tiredness,
And your mouth, housed with drying spit.

How could my tongue voice my fears?
When my pen has vacated to its bed.
But I hope, 
You lay not on the bed of forever.
©JAMZY DE LORD®

It’s been a long time I ink
Your color between those naive lines.
Words that condense my emotions like rain
Only to be poured down without drops.

Oh my beloved! Did I miss you?
Forgive my manners, you’re my world.
Like the dawn awaits the ooze of the night with love,
Slowly we shall merry away to the artic.
©MICHAEL KYLE®

There was a blood in my sword 
Sword from the blacksmith of my muse. 
It pains you no longer pierce the white cotton
Or flame me up like the last end of a cigarette.

The wrongs are becoming Kings, 
They snide away milks from men's cavity.
A lot of eyes are laid stuck to you, 
Awaiting your second coming like the Israelites
©ZIM®
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To my quill lying bare 
Still on a blank script 
Without ink nor jar 
To quench it thirst. 

Here I come over this day 
A sinner by your right 
A request in your kingdom 
Yet again once more. 
©H. WANDERER®
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Blood refuses to flow
Breathing becomes slow
Muse not ready to sow
I miss your vibrant glow

Guilty by your right
Seeking with all might
A glimpse of your light
To light my gloomy night
©TRANQUIL INK®

Thou pen,
Wilt thou forever be drained?
Why hath thou exhausted in ink?
Was it my fault or the unknown?

Lucky dancing empty on the table;
Will thou eve’r come back to life?
I enjoy’d your stay
But not forever to stay.
©AWOKOEMRY®

How sweet did bards call me a god,
the quiet waves, fluttering trees, & wild words
were inspirations that flew in my bod
And breathed on a book by my pen, my sword.

But I’ve drowned in the ocean of existence,
died a god, and people never had my reminiscence
for Eve stole me, poetry felt my absence
with my pen forgotten and Judaisky made me write nonsense.
©BILLIOSPEAKS®

Dropped and neglected,
it felt rejected and ejected
While putting up with my void,
I know it’s lonely without my hold.

I’m ashame to ask how you are
For I doknow how you are
I felt incapable to brace your potence
But I am back again, my muse
©De FAVORITE®
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I’ll trace my way back
And come again to tap from the ink bank
So I’ll drink of the ink till I’m high
And the evidence shown in my eyes.

To the ink I’ve bid goodbye
I say I am back to standby
Never to retreat or go back
But to drink always at the riverbank
©STANDARD_INKS®
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It was that night you claimed to be tired,
She charmed me with her flirtatious gay,
And by the kisses of her lips that is sweet to my taste,
I was lured into her room and by a finger, push to her bed.

since that day I have been in the arms of writer’s block,
She cuddles and caresses me day and night
And now I’m sorry that she got me obsessed
I never meant to forget you, my sweet pen.

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TaekPoet

Mahmud Sufiyan also known as TaekPoet in the literary world. He is a writer of short stories, a poet, haiku Lover and martial artist.

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