Ink of a Curious Heart

Introductions - A Writer's Insanity

This is no Story nor tale, 

not a Ship to be sailed. 

Purely Poems and Rhymes, 

Built Through Curious Lines. 

By a heart pure and fine, 

Yet stuck in this Prison called Time.

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A Writer's Insanity

A.R.1821

I bring onto thee, my sickness and sorrows.

stuck under my Façade like unending burrows.

Slowly creeping in, some strangers of days,

Dark Nightmares of Tomorrow, a Terrifying case.

I welcome you stranger, to my mess of a Lifetime.

To which you'll see my emotions, my considerate Lifeline.

Show you my Love, My Sadness, My Honors, My Life.

To my Insanity, your horror, I'd be holding the knife.

Is this really the end? It is only the Beginning.

As each page of this book lies a different ending.

One could be my lover? my sister? my favors? my Age?

You could only find out as you flip to every page...

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