Clean House

Still a little blocked, time to clean up my mind?

I’m taking a little time to clean

Clearing the clutter, that is rarely seen

All the ideas and thoughts, like boxes

Stacked up high, left and right, Why so many fox?

I need a place to store all the crazy things

That why there is a purple monkey with a guitar that sings?

I admit it is often nonsense, but the boxes are me

I need to organize, so high I can barely see

The space has become so claustrophobic

Nowhere to turn it’s a little tragic

The train of thought is stalled, up here

I am a hoarder I’m beginning to fear

While I treasure the boxes I keep in the attic

I need to clear them up and reduce the static

Cleaning my mind, will free up space

A chance to start a new and replace

The old, worn out ideas that go no where

From the talking animals, to the rocking 80’s hair

Ideas that lead to nothing meaningful

Fun and creative, but left my brain full

No room for new ideas, which is why I clean

Freed space will allow me to write, and you’ll know what I mean

Finally, it will no longer be cluttered

A clean mind, I will no longer be flustered.

Author's Note

Just trying to clear my head, If you like it please give a review. Hate it? Review it too! I love to hear all the thoughts good or bad. Thanks!

Reviews

[WoodSky]

Just cleaned my living room and threw away a bunch of stuff! This poem was perfect timing for me to read!! Favorite line : "i admit it is often nonsense, but the boxes are me" so true :)

[Joshua McNay]

Glad it came at a good time for you. Thank you for the review!