Mind blasting through thoughts My hand skipping every other word to keep up So much to say Don’t want to lose a thought Hurry… Misspelled a word but can’t think about that Can’t stop to correct I have to keep up I’m losing this race Thoughts running faster and faster There is no way too […]
Tag: writing
Scrap Paper
None of it feels right Old words written that make no sense Believes now clouded in doubt Only questions ever come I read and re-read I don’t know this person Wondering if it was even me How drunk was I I never imagined this is what I believed Going through these old writings Studying these […]
It’s Written
It’s been a long time since I’ve written My penmanship hasn’t gotten any better And my spelling is still atrocious That’s not what has been keeping me I honestly don’t know what it was It wasn’t writer’s block Or for a lack of ideas I’ve got notebooks of ideas collecting dust Maybe a lack of […]
Writing You
Truth be told Don’t know where to start I write and I stop Scribble and crumble Another wasted piece of paper on the floor No words past “Hi” Still trying to get past your desertion That might take forever Pen trembles I can’t write Drop it all Push away from the table Go sit on […]
What I Didn’t
Read what was written It’s a roadmap to a better future Knowledge left by the voices of the past A gift to ease the suffering A way to jump ahead In my youth I squandered this gift At old age I realized the value, too late I added my own advice to those letters With […]
Loves Forgotten
All loves forgotten Buried in the mind as hazy memories Rarely mentioned or conjured A whisper and it’s lost again Sent fleeing by the wind A familiar name causing a spark But the fire never catches Once easily remembered, now in a moment nearly forgotten Whatever was left time has taken Never knowing which direction […]
Not True
I ask myself this question What’s the root of my pain? I can’t seem to move past it It’s the same dumb question time after time Yet, I know the answer But I rejects it’s truth It frightens me It would mean admitting… I’m the source of my pain I won’t accept this I can’t […]
An Afterthought
I use to write a lot Pages of ideas Now I think too much What great pain to stop writing Miss the tangible Deciphering my chicken scratch An Old soul Trapped in what looks like a younger man But merely looks Definitely doesn’t feel that way Always at odds with myself Some things too crazy to […]
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