You sit in front of your laptop,
your imagination lacking
You reach for a cup of coffee,
and take a sip.
Maybe you can write about love?
Nope, you have none
About family?
What about it?
You look at the clock.
9:30 it reads
Oh well, you say
It's still early
You browse through facebook,
blog at tumblr.
You chat at y!m,
rant at twitter.
11:00
Nothing.
You stare at your laptop,
open your MS Word
11:30
Your eyes are closing
But you look at your laptop
Blank.
Maybe you can write about friendship?
Or the lack of it.
Maybe you can write about stress?
Yes. Perfect.
So you type. And type.
And you finish a ****** work.
You think of a title, and smile.
“Creative Writing”
Jan 27, 2013
Jan 27, 2013 at 9:43 PM UTC
hello world.
can you hear me?
can you hear my voice through the crackles of my dry throat?
i am tired of screaming.
i am sick of crying.
my eyes are swolen.
no one notices.
can you hear me, world?
Nov 14, 2012
Nov 14, 2012 at 6:56 PM UTC