Writers Canvas

Silence  Dont leave me alone and in silence. I begged and pleaded It is when I am alone with my thoughts. It is the noise that kept my demons at bay, and not where my fears and insecurities lay. They use sing a sweet painful lullaby . Mocking me, it strings around my already beaten heart, cutting, tightening. Give up Suck it in Spew it out. Its maddening! Make it stop! It hurt , bruised and bled. Dont leave me in silence . Dont leave alone.

 Forest of scars  They're stunning. Elegantly sprawled. They stand out proud. Fuelled by beautiful , addictive rage. They dance across my skin, lighting sparks. Painting,creating art; a forest of scars. A forest so deep , so alluring it consumed me. The scars, their roots run deep into my veins spewing pain , power , ecstasy, blossoming fruits of new reason, purpose, vengeance. I am now ravaged ,spirited. I am wild fire. I will execute justice. Deeper the roots will dive. The branches will spread. Branded with my vengeful crest . My forest of scars.  By Faathima Kasoo

                          A Pencils Worth I am your friend, confidant, your loyal servant. I am tossed aside, so insignificant yet,I am the medium through  which your dreams are brought to life. I put onto paper your souls deepest yearnings,  the desire to create music, art and poetry.  I have charted down the stars and wrote your love in them.  I let your creativity move you,  scribbling down your deepest emotion of happiness, pain and rage. I have noted down scientific breakthroughs from Newton's law of gravity to Einstein's E=mc2. I make you smile, cry and often both.  I let your creativity that's coursing trough your veins burst onto paper and canvas. I am a pencil.  The quality a pencil holds is what helps to get to the core of all things man hope to achieve. The room in a pencil are narrow but holds dreams too big to be contained in your mind. In a pencil loud words yell for...