Wordful Worlds


By candlelight I’ll work my ink to words,

To sentences, to paragraphs and more.

By sunlight I will strike my work with swords,

Be rid of words unwelcome at my door.

And so the evil ‘very’ takes his flight.

Despite my love for him, he is impure.

Nothing becomes perfect without a fight.

If I can reach perfection I’m not sure.

As beauty remains a personal thing,

I’ll live and love with words wrapped around me.

To wonder what my loss and luck will bring.

I’m sailing on an inky wordful sea.

And if our paths are fated to collide

I hope our poems also coincide.


About pasameerday

I haven't got a lot of time to keep you interested, so I'll be quick. I'm a writer from the UK, primarily of fantasy and sci-fi short stories, and occasionally of strange, nonsensical poetry. I like cats, the Sims, and pizza, and I go to sleep to the sound of a keyboard. I've been writing for my entire life; to be honest, I don't think I could ever bring myself to stop. I have a feeling I'm losing you, so I'll bring this to an end before you slowly start to back up, hoping I'll stop talking long enough for you to make a quick getaway. Wait... Where are you going? Hey! Wait! ... Stop!!
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