Running on empty!

Sometimes I feel.......

Shallow are my poems

Where words lack depth

And lines cannot drown.

But should be swept 

Away by floods:

Washed from my memories , your memories.

Then, its done.

But by chance,

Wicked I am,

I throw in a line

With baited hook

To see who.......

I can hook.

Until then, empty are

The thoughts that once, 

Was glass filled

That poured onto paper...

Freely!

Reviews

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That fear that we are not good enough sometimes gets transmitted into every part of our life, even our own very creations.
Write away my friend, and do not fret, for tides always come when you don't expect :D

[andrew mitchell]

when you just aren't happy with your thoughts but its ironic when you can write about not being able to write! lol

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mmmmm, write about shadows :D

[andrew mitchell]

lol their hiding!!:)

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lol hahahaha see? you are ingeniously speaking