Poem: I possess a diary

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Hello, I'm back with my poems again after a three-day gap.

As I couldn't accomplish my goal that day, (maybe that's my problem) I had to turn up here again to publish the leftover stock, but trust me, it's gonna be over today.

This poem has a pretty long story, but I'll try to keep it short. I had been scribbling in my diary for long enough, and my diary had been in a pretty rough condition. I felt sorry for it and decided to write something for the thing that had been providing me inspiration and space to dump my writings in, initially, I had started by writing some traditional, letter-to-my-dear-diary stuff, but halfway through it, I changed my mind, and decided to turn it into something creative and more inspirational, 'a poem', that was the idea that came to my mind (I don't know why, but since I had attended the writing workshop, I have been writing poetry, poetry, and only poetry) so moving on, instead of writing that dear-diary stuff, I wrote this:

I possess a diary

Filled with lots of non-sense

If you ever open it

You'll find every page crossed out

Pieces that don't make any connection

And characters that are never in action

Words that no dictionary can describe

And handwriting that no one can ever understand


I possess a diary

Filled with my imagination

If you ever open it

You'll find every page burning with passion

Pieces that mean a lot to me

And characters that only speak to me

Words that only I can decode

And handwriting that only I can promote


I possess a diary

Filled with my thoughts

If you ever open it

You will have an insight into who am I

Reflections that show you the other side of the mirror

And people that you may able to relate to

Emotions that you might've gone through

And handwriting that you may have been familiar to

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