Blank pages
In scattered places
In random notebooks…
Empty lines,
Taking up spaces.
With their silence.
So quiet they scream,
I open my mouth.
A reflex, feeling the desire to vomit words
And nothing comes out.
A whisper,
A glottal stop,
A speck on a page.
Trapped inside a mind without marked exit signs
And so they tumble around
Until the pressure builds and BAM!
They land fecklessly on to a page.
With no regard for my sanity.
Or order.
Or diction.
Or depth.
Just my thoughts.
And pieces of myself, trying to fill the empty space.
Author notes
just kinda how i wind up with new pieces...
Comments
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I LOVE THIS! I love the intensity of it. It reminds me of my gawd awful writer blocks that I get every now and then. You are very talented.
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hey
So quiet they scream,
I open my mouth.
A reflex, feeling the desire to vomit words
And nothing comes out.
A whisper,
A glottal stop,
A speck on a page.
Trapped inside a mind without marked exit signs
And so they tumble around
Until the pressure builds and BAM!
They land fecklessly on to a page.
With no regard for my sanity.
Or order.
Or diction.
Or depth.
Just my thoughts.
And pieces of myself, trying to fill the empty space.
U did a great job with this poem.. Alsome work n great emotions
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