Instrumental Problem

It’s there

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?

 

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Figuring out Cliches

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,

Same media,

Stories,

Food,

Government,

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

Etc…

Lost Voice

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.

Two Point

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,

Imagine that.

English

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

The page

The page and the pen,

In French it would be le papier and le stylo,

The page and the pen,

Not a, 

They are the tools able,

Gifted with the power to do anything,

To become anyone,

They can create or bring down,

Lift up or scatter,

They are the weapons that defend the author,

The mighty sword and shield,

Capable of so much more,

Than what the label says.