I Want a Quarter For My Thoughts, Please.

The musings of a writer who doesn't write as much as she'd like to anymore. It's not about not having time...it's about exhaustion and lack of muse. Lack of a goal, in some ways.

I want the love people only get at their funerals.
That unconditional empathy
that turns poorly lived people into beautifuls.
Something much more than pity or sympathy.

The people I like the most
are the ones who aren't like me
and the games I love the most
are the ones I'm terrible at, you see..
The music I prefer to listen to
is the type I'll never be able to produce,
the photos of me everyone likes the best
are the ones in which I look the worst.

And I don't know if it's okay,
if it would even matter any way...
Maybe if I smiled a bit more here and there
my face would look better with my short hair.

For years my thoughts have just been
falling apart, ruining art...
and despite warnings I've obviously seen
I continue onward without marking my chart.

So I'll never know I'm going through the same doors,
never remember I'm walking the same paths,
swimming familiar water and climbing onto the shore
of a past from which I'll never learn.

Reviews

[al25]

This poem really makes me thinks. It can be interpreted in so many different ways which makes it really good. Great job.

[Brittany]

Amazing, it's so honest and just raw. Great flow and everything as well, good job.

[TAO]

You know what... At first, I thought it was simpler than I should like, but the simplicity works for it. It's straightforward, honest, you know? Well down. Worth the read, indeed.

[Moonflower]

I really enjoyed reading this, it was honest and endearing. Each stanza explains a simple yet, indepth thought, this poem is down to earth, relatable and flows beautifully. I feel like I get a sense of who you are through this piece. Very interesting, I have been here, so many times. Thanks for sharing, dear.