You stare at me Blank as the clean slate Of a new day
You long for words To fill you Yet nothing comes to me
My pencil rests In ready position In my hand
Wanting, needing the words To flow through the lead And onto the paper That lay in front of me
STOP PRESSURING ME
You stare back Still nothing on you You're making me nervous How can I produce My next poem With you staring at me Pressuring me
You want my rhymes I can't rhyme You want some Of my time But all I can do Right now is whine
For me Nothing comes from that I put my pencil down And get up Ah ******** it I'll come back And deal with you later
bittersweet irish coffee · Thu May 21, 2009 @ 05:49pm · 0 Comments |