Category: writing


Plot

What is the story all about?

How do you write it?

Where to begin and where to end?

Armed with a pen and a mind full of imagination

Your power is limitless

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Lost Touch

I lost my touch, haven’t I?

Words on a high

They all seem to fly

Away from me

Away from me

I’m drowning slowly, this I know

I’m not sure how far I can go

I’m not sure if words can still take me there, so

This could or might or should be the last

A Title Is Needed

I am no poet and this is no poetry 

I write no songs, I share no story

I am mortal and yes I worry

About life, about love

About the moon and stars above
But I am no poet as you can see

I just write whatever comes to me

Touch

I used to write about poetry

About love, why I’m happy

Now, it seems I’m always in agony

Sharing about misery 
Maybe I lost my touch

As I drifted away and such

Maybe I never really had much

Long Way

I started a journey, I took a step

I leapt without knowing

I made my way through and struggled hard

I’m not there yet but the end is in sight

I’ve come a long way and made it thus far

As I look back at that first step, could not imagine it’s been this long

And thay first step? I’m glad I did it

Letter

When was the last ti!e you wrote a letter?

To ask anything, like if someone was feeling better.

Can you still recall the last letter you wrote?

I wonder….

Don’t Feel

I don’t feel like writing 

I don’t feel poetic

I don’t feel like rhyming

I’m done trying

I’m just numb today

I’m Almost There

I’m nearing the end

I can almost see it now

And when it comes my exit won’t be dramatic

I’ll try to make it artistic

The last post is almost there

It’s Almost The End

I can see the finish line,

I can see this journey is about to end.

I can tell I’m almost done

Writing things on the wall.

This will all have to stop at some point

And I think it’s coming close

It’s coming soon

I’m nearly done.

Blank

I draw a blank

My mind is blank

I have an empty space.
My bed is blank

My plate is blank

The house is empty.
I can’t think straight 

I have nothing 

Except a blank white canvass 

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