With My Pen Poised

I've got a bad
Song on repeat
And I'm standing at
The window singing it,
Wishing I was in a cheesy
T.V show.
(Because then I'd have an excuse.)

But I can't bring myself
(Around)
To care because
I'm watching the snow
With my pen poised
Ready to write romantic words
About its angry
Swirling,
The way it seems to
Slow down and speed up
In time with the song.

But nothing I come up with
Can keep up.

It's like a spoilt child
(on the)
Or the sea.

Or Hiccups,

It can't make its mind up,
Snow flakes collide in mid air,
I can't see how
They could ever calm enough to land,
But somehow it's settling.


Although I can see lights on,
No one else is looking out their windows,

So it can't be snowing for them.


Can it?

Author's Note

No school tomorrow I'm thinking!!!

Reviews

[EMP]

i love this, it explains i'm sure how most poets feel? like you think right i'll start writing now and some great structured poem will come but it doesn't, all these words and phrases and stanzas come out, not structured at all but it doesn't need to be, at least yours don't, you write so well, i love this a lot :) p.s. like we talked in english, i could be completely wrong and you might have no meaning like i thought but hey, i reviewed you, that's what counts :P xxx

[Cassidy Mask]

Yay!
Utter brilliance.

I'm watching the snow
With my pen poised
Ready to write romantic words

I know this feeling so well - feeling obliged to be... 'poetic' and romantic but in the end what comes out seems too course and free form to be counted as poetic. In your case it's much more interesting and exciting than the regular rhyming controlled stuff that is traditional poetry.
Not sure any of what i just wrote is decipherable but i'm sure you get my general point :P xx