Daniel Ljungberg


The pencil scratch, scratch, scratches against the blank paper.
The words, ideas, stories come streaming out,
As the page slowly builds itself up.
The blank page looks like
A large white canvas,
Waiting to become a beautiful masterpiece.
His pencil head darts back and forth, back and forth,
As the writer’s tale of the past and pending
Spills itself onto the blank page.
The journey the writer goes on,
As he writes his own personal masterpiece,
Is long and hard, filled with pitfalls.
Here and there, eraser marks
Spot the writer’s pages-
The only clue of his mistaken steps.

Classics, tear jerkers, analytical essays,
They all start the same way.
With the thoughts, beliefs and experiences from the writer’s mind.
And as they are put on the page,
The writer’s mind works like a blacksmith,
Buckling out the bubbles in the story.
Hammering as hard as he can,
The writer continues to hammer the page
As he scratches away with his pencil.


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