Notebook
A small notebook and a pen is all I need.
It is small but has a lot of pages I can use and already used
My pen writes in black and helps me think while I grab it
When I open my notebook, the first pages are full of drawings
That I made a year ago
It brings up memories, that’s why I like looking at it
When I grab it, It feels light and kind of small
When I turn the page, it’s very light and I can start to draw
I grab my pen which feels a bit cold
I look at my page, a blank space is covering it all
While I look at it, I have a lot of ideas in my head
I love to draw
So the moment I grab my pen
I start drawing what’s in my head or whatever comes up.
Sometimes when you turn the pages a bit too fast,
You can be able to smell the pages scent
An organic scent, I could say.
When I draw I feel like I can create my own world
My own place for my people, my world
When I draw I feel happy.
This time is for only me.
I like your poem you did a good job at describing they way felt while drawing.
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