I stare at the blank paper.
What should I draw?
Splatters of paint,
With secret meanings?
Silver-toungued poems,
Dulcet and ephemeral?
Words or images,
What is the better?
I'm sorry. This poem was a garbage fire-train wreck.
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My Random Thoughts
Poetrycompletely random things going on in my life that i need to express - mostly in poetry form (I'm slowly editing and adding poems. I made a majority of these when I was in middle school and had no clue what I was doing. Sorry for that.)
