I'm holding this paper; I'm holding this pen
Staring at this page and thinking nonsense
Ideas are there, they're inside my head
But in this paper they are all dead
I can be good, I can be better
But just like words, I always stutter
I repeat and repeat the things I've done
But in the end my point is gone
I may look peaceful, but inside of me is war
It's a battle between me, myself and I
I can't run to hide, I can't run too far
I can't stay alive and I also can't die
See, I told you before that this is nonsense
I just have nothing to do with this notebook and pen
I think and think but nothing happen
Maybe it's not just my time to write a poem again
Even up there my grammar's a mess
Can't identify if it's present or past tense
Now I can't put something that rhymes with "MESS"
Yan CAPS LOCK para intense
What should I write, what should I type?
What should I share that will make you click "like"?
Should I chat instead or should I Skype?
Or maybe just watch a video of a dog on a bike?
I have nothing to do, I have nothing to post
I don't have photos with a wacky pose
I don't have throwback pictures to repost
But in my mind I have this poem composed
It took me an hour to make this poem of mine
It took me minutes to make it all rhyme
But if you're still reading up to this line,
Congratulations! You've just wasted your time.
:D
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts My Mind Yells
Poezjapoems... some are made up stories, some are based on my feelings at that moment and some are just out of boredom.
