Each tap a whisper,
Each stroke a purpose,
Telling their story through many instruments,
That random piece of pencil stuck behind your ear,
Every tool has a strength,
A weakness that fights through each written word,
It`s all there, all done,
Every one discovered,
Every one used,
Only its mysteries are left for you.
ideas flowing from gray matter
I can feel it, pulsing-wanting to be let out
How can I? When I can barely write what I think onto paper
from mind to pen pen to paper connections lost
I wish it otherwise, let it fly
Change pens, I have tried
Change books I have tried
Type on slow keyboards, watch as my fingers fumble
what instrument conducts the mind
better than a pen?
I have learned the hard way,
That everything is cliché
Only because everyone in this part of the world,
Is exposed to pretty much the same things,
And movies that consistently use,
Lessons, morals and clichés,
It’s now nearly impossible to create an idea,
That does not use either a fact or a cliché,
So please, change
The guidelines for theme.
Here are some facts or clichés:
Funerals can bring people together
Food brings people together
Love dies with death
Love dies when hope dies
I’ve lost my voice.
The voice that used to sound like my own,
Whenever I wrote, it was mine,
My work, my skills, my pain,
Bleeding onto the page,
Now I can barely write with my voice,
Only in poetry,
Does it sing,
Hidden under complexities,
Of things I do not wish to say,
I’ve lost it and I’m scared to see what will happen,
If I write.
Ever felt sick?
From doing too much front rolls that you can’t do?
Or maybe deadlines?
They creep and hit,
Like nausea waves,
Harder than cramps,
After the work is done,
There’s editing, from other people,
Red, Green, Blue, Yellow, Pink, Orange
I see it well, they see nothing,
I can find my points, they are confused,
From this, we see the two points of view,
The author’s and the editor,
The editor is often right, perhaps it’s not obvious,
Or they have a better idea,
I just wish I could stop arguing these useless points,
I love the language, but the writing kills me,
Reading is no problem, writing is no problem,
Hey, I’m literate…
I hate that I cannot use it enough,
There is just so much ways to use a TO BE verb,
But so little ways to work around it,
It is very unfair.
I wonder who invented those rules,
They don’t make much sense and stabs me each time,
If only, there was a easier way…
TO BE verb count: 7