ThoughtlessA Poem by Sidewalk ObserverA product of thoughtlessness. A moment where all good idea's seem so far away. Where creativity seemed to abandon me.I'm floating away, I'm floating afar, I'm waiting for my wish upon a star. I'm crossing fingers and waiting for you to give me a reason for us to stay true. I'm sitting with angels and demons alike. They're whispering evil to flare up my psych. I'm wringing and waiting, I'm loosing my mind, I'm watching for something that's less undefined. It's just you and me - this writing and I. I'm sitting and staring, now, here on standbye. I'm biting my pencil, I'm gripping the pen, that happens to fail me, again - now and then. Thats it, now I have it; a work to begin! In boredom I've written against my chagrin. I found a fresh answer, I have a fresh start. I just have to summon the strength in my heart. A writer - I struggle, to find the right words. The perfect creation sends me backwards. A genius, I'm not. An amauter? At best. Some poems quite often put me to the test. But, here I am, and what do I get? A poem for my trouble. I think I'm set. I fumble, I scribble, I sit back and wait. Now here it is, have it now, my silent work, that boredom found. © 2011 Sidewalk Observer |
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Added on July 9, 2011 Last Updated on July 10, 2011 AuthorSidewalk ObserverWAAboutNot all words can sum up a discription of an individual with so little space as this. I'm here to share my thoughts, express my opinions and spread through an online outlet products of my one true pas.. more..Writing
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