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The Lonesome Rock and other Poems and Shorts

Poetry

What does a lonely rock think as it sits all alone? What does the last dandelion do as it waits to be devoured? What happened in the house on the hill?

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Waiting

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by nomixela

by nomixela

I sit here almost sleeping,

Waiting

Wishing for some inspiration

I can picture a million stories in this hall

of magic

of terror

none of which I find myself writing

I sit here almost sleeping,

Waiting

going through the many plots

and characters that remain trapped in my mind

the forgotten

the boring

never to taste the sweet page

I sit here almost sleeping,

Waiting

Until I realize that while I was sitting here almost sleeping

While I was waiting

I wrote this.