a poem about somehting we alllllll experience, being blocked. |
Blocked Poet. This is the way that i portray the feelings that dwell inside. My way of expression but still with descretion my feelings that dwell inside. The way that i write is no real insite to how i live my life. I feel a feeling and put it on paper do the basics and fix it up later. OK, so now the poem is down. But its not 'the' poem. Its 'my' poem. The poem i wear as my crown. I wear a few now each one golder than the last i gradually get more and more as my life slips past. No eyes have seen them all. No eyes exept for mine my friends, they call them brilliant but me, i call them slime. Because i know i can do better but right now im not free the words cant form inside my head no, not possibly. The rhymes are lame always the same and theres a good example. But when i cant write i cant escape and thats something i cannot handle. I want my poems to mean something to other people not just me i have all my hidden meanings that no one else can read. Things only i will understand or someone whos danm close but all of that seems so little because what really matters most. Is that they took the time to read that poem to waste a minute on me a minute of their precious life and thats what sets me free. Xx..KeLsO..xX |