Cracks in the Attic

Her mind is vivid

She has thoughts that paint

murals along the walls of her skull

But when her lips part,

All that comes out is static

People don't understand how livid

she gets when her own mind can't even acquaint 

with her tongue, her eyes grow dull

with fatigue because she knows her art 

is compressed in a small, unstable attic.

So the paper under her pen

cleans up what spills through the cracks

presenting new space for inspiration and then

it just stays empty and collects useless facts.

Too many thumb tacks

Slice into her feet, too many knick-knacks to put away,

but who has energy for such acts

when its wasted away on cleaning up all these blood-stained

foot tracks?

Author's Note

Somewhat of a poetic freewrite (aka bored at work). May edit and add on later, thoughts are still welcome though :)

Reviews

[Lydia Shutter]

I liked this one. Sometimes I have trouble expressing myself with the spoken word, but when I write or type, I have no trouble whatsoever. It's very frustrating and, no, others do not understand that phenom. Useless facts often create a wonderful poem.....never discard them. I liked this. Lydi**

[Angi]

I have racing thoughts that won't cooperate when I try to open a door for them to march out in neat little rows. Pen and paper can sometimes coax some cooperation. I really like this piece, Leah. It says so much in so few words. Angi~

[Wolfwind]

This reminds me of a worst case story of writers block! lol... I really enjoyed it's kinda stumbling feeling of ideas through the poems flow. Like the mind couldn't quite get the fingers to go where they wanted them to go.

Great Ink! Much Enjoyed!
Aaron - Wolfwind

[Glen Yumang Manese]

The first part gets all those thoughts going... only to turn into a white sheet before having the moment to write them down... The second part accents the first... the feeling that you will not accomplish... The third seems frustration has settle in...