Maybe...Yes.

Maybe I just like the sound of quiet marks on paper
In an otherwise silent room.
Yes, I will write just for that.
 

Maybe I don't mind the weird looks I get because most people have never seen me
Without a notebook clenched in hand.
Yes, I will endure that.
 

Maybe my mind is just overflowing with the words and letters of a seperate person and I
Just have to get them out.
Yes, I can cope with that.
 

Maybe I like messing up the creamy and untouched surface of a
Brand new sheet of paper.
Yes, I will deal with that.

 

Maybe my words sometimes come out of my mouth in a poetic sound because I am
Different than the rest of you.
Yes, I can accept that.
 

Maybe I am just a writer plain and simple and I cannot, and will not ever stop writing for fear of not
Having a place to let myself go.
Yes, my pencil is an extension of my hand.

Author's Note

I don't know about this one...just now wrote it for some reason.
Ughhhh, I seem to write more when I'm packing.
I'm moving soon, so basically from 2-5-09 to sometime in March '09 I'll be offline completely...ugh.
Thoughts?

Reviews

[Vesa Lee]

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Maybe I just like the sound of quiet marks on paper
In an otherwise silent room.
Yes, I will write just for that.
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My favorite part of these piece.
"I will write just for that..."
It could be the motto of our kind; us scribblers. *smile*
Very good and thought-provoking.

[Natasha]

Haha, this is spectacular!
The trials and rewards of writing.
Always worth it.

I really love this poem of yours.
You definitely are a writer. =]

[Encore]

Very cute.
Bravo.

[Jo]

Wow, I love this. It really explains depths of the writer. And I've gotten those "weird looks" myself. I really like this. The flow is beautiful and it defines why we write. You captured that pretty well. And I'm sorry you're moving. I can relate, ugh. Anyway, good write!