Thoughts of An Attempted Poet

April 21, 2009
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There’s always something in the way
There’s always something getting through
I’m finding it rather difficult
Finding a name for you.

You fill my mind with doubt

You make me insecure.

“It doesn’t flow and doesn’t rhyme;

Why can’t you write like her?”

You distract in the form of Facebook
In music

and food.

In something shiny
In something funny
In a writer’s cramp

Throughout my hand
That struggles to overcome you

I don’t know what to call you
Writers block? Maybe.
I change my mind, complete the rhyme,
And settle on A.D.D.

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Becca said...
May 7, 2009 at 5:13 pm
I love the ending =] I also like how you don't really know what you are writing about till the middle keep writing =]
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