Saturday, June 30, 2012


An empty page stares at me
Willing me to write
Blue lines itching to be caressed
By gentle lines so light
The pencil shivers in my hand
Excited to be used at last
I watch the empty page a while
Wondering how long this will last
At last inspiration
The graphite runs free
I write of the emptiness
Of the page in front of me

June 24, 2010

So.... I know this one's pretty weak. There are things I notice as I type this out that I just wouldn't do at this point. For example, the excessive uses of "lines" and "last"... but that's beside the point. I was bored I guess and couldn't think of anything else. If this is the first you've read of my work, please, keep going. I promise it gets better.

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