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I don't write
I don't write
I don't write
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I Don’t Write 
Is a must read. There’s definitely something inside that will give you the necessary strand courage to keep moving forward. Pain doesn’t last forever.
LanguageEnglish
PublisherBooxAi
Release dateAug 30, 2023
ISBN9789655783919
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    I don't write - John Tauriac

    MALAIA

    I dream of reality

    when I can’t sleep at night:

    head tucked under the sheets,

    feeling darkened by the light.

    I see sounds that are vivid,

    I see sights that are bright,

    drifted to the left

    but chose to go right.

    I feel distant at times

    when love is near,

    holding hands with the wind

    and laughing with fear.

    Awakened by joy

    until it all disappears.

    Missing my heart

    wishing you were here.

    WINTER BABY

    How many fell today

    I was sitting beneath it;

    But they didn’t

    fall my way.

    Was I not listening

    well enough?

    Really didn’t hear

    what it was what

    they had to say.

    Sad that they fell,

    was anyone hurt?

    No fears, no tears,

    too late to cry anyway.

    Besides,

    who cares?

    Didn’t even receive help

    from the man

    that was standing there,

    discolored,

    feeling troubled.

    Not yourself.

    It’s getting cold outside.

    Not many days left.

    Fall,

    with winter approaching,

    it’s hard not to notice

    what everyone’s noticing:

    yellow and brown

    pasting the ground

    all over.

    Fall’s almost over,

    hate that it’s getting colder.

    Can’t stop from getting older.

    Winter, baby.

    FOUR SEASONS

    The benefits of a smile:

    "No worries,

    place all of your problems

    into the frown pile".

    Not for you, right?

    I totally get it,

    tomorrow isn’t promised,

    it’s beneficial to forget it.

    Or forgive it,

    moving towards what isn’t,

    isn’t really needed.

    It’s hard enough succeeding.

    The succeeded

    last breath.

    Breathing,

    tired of being tired,

    too much energy.

    Smile

    adjacent to my eyes

    keeps me seeing

    everything

    that I was meant to be.

    My life is way too important

    feeling heated,

    scorching,

    mad at nothing.

    Give me a reason,

    one life,

    four seasons.

    DISGUISED

    I’m on a different page.

    If

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