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Sometimes I get these thoughts of what I want to write
Come morning, evening, afternoon, come dusk, come dawn, come night
I trace along the sides and skip in all the spaces
One here, one there one everywhere in all these little traces
I sit along my pages of what I thought I might have done
Some words all weird and troubled thoughts of being only one
And to me you see
It comes naturaly
This writing I call my life
My pen, my mind, my page, more sharper then the knife.
Then I just sit down and wonder to only I
Am I here? Will I start? Will I even try?
And then I sit alone again thinking about some times
Of how my pages flow about and it's many rhymes
I think of all my adventures that I've had with my mind
I look deep into the canals and write about one I find.
I hate sob things that come about and seem to make me cry
I'll be the only one right now to write about the sky
or a tug-boat along its shore, rowing on a dock
A sheep or two
maybe a few
or birds in a flock.
And then I sit alone again thinking about some times
Of how my pages flow about and it's many rhymes
Come morning, evening, afternoon, come dusk, come dawn, come night
I trace along the sides and skip in all the spaces
One here, one there one everywhere in all these little traces
I sit along my pages of what I thought I might have done
Some words all weird and troubled thoughts of being only one
And to me you see
It comes naturaly
This writing I call my life
My pen, my mind, my page, more sharper then the knife.
Then I just sit down and wonder to only I
Am I here? Will I start? Will I even try?
And then I sit alone again thinking about some times
Of how my pages flow about and it's many rhymes
I think of all my adventures that I've had with my mind
I look deep into the canals and write about one I find.
I hate sob things that come about and seem to make me cry
I'll be the only one right now to write about the sky
or a tug-boat along its shore, rowing on a dock
A sheep or two
maybe a few
or birds in a flock.
And then I sit alone again thinking about some times
Of how my pages flow about and it's many rhymes
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people have asked me how I come up with my poem ideas, so I made a poem out of answering them x3
Really I just use things from my childhood, adventures I've had when I was a child and such. Imagination is a wonderful thing is it not?
Tell me if some spelling is bad I wrote in a hurry
Really I just use things from my childhood, adventures I've had when I was a child and such. Imagination is a wonderful thing is it not?
Tell me if some spelling is bad I wrote in a hurry
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Defiantly one of your best.