Not Me
I’d like to think I’m a poet
with symphonies of words
flowing from my pencil
but I’m not
Not that anyone thinks I am
I’d like to think I’m an artist
blessed with the ability to move people
with a single brushstroke
but I am not unfortunately
Though I wish I was
So much I wish I was
I’m so much more in my head than on paper
I like to think I’m...
Saturday 6th January 2018 4:32 am
Art
I wish i could draw
there’s so much
going on in my head
i just want others to see my reality
but i also want
to capture the beauty i see
or that i imagine
i try
to put it on paper
but the lines don’t connect
maybe i’ll stick with words
Saturday 6th January 2018 4:27 am
Walls
I sometimes find myself
staring at walls
deep in thought
is it meaningful thought
probably not
but i’m lost anyways
staring and thinking
of what could be
what will be
and what is currently passing me by
while i’m lost in thought
my life slipping
through my fingertips
i really want to paint my walls
Thursday 4th January 2018 8:27 am
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