Thinking Out Loud
Life is fragile
And tomorrow
Is a big question mark.
Smile with her now.
    Apologize to her now.
           Forgive her now.
              Express now.
                Commit now.
                   Give time to her now.
                     Call her now.
             Create now.
                       Heal the wounds now.
        KISS HER NOW COULD BE AN ANSWERED PRAYER
                    TO
                              Begin again.

Thats the thing about poetry,
you think im talking about a
broken heart,
when really,
Im talking about a broken
world.

I only have 5 minutes
To spare this poetry
Here it goes:

5.
I do not wish to be seen
Said the old man in me
So leave me alone
Cause I don't want to be

4.
For I've been running away
This is what I hate
And I envy everyone else
Who are not in the same fate.

3.
What have I become?
Where will I go?
The questions are left unanswered
And I've searched high and low.

2.
To be strong once more
In my world full of doubt
To be strong while I lose
In my latest bout.

1.
I wish I had more time
Just like before
I only have 5 minutes
And I wish I had more.

A block in the mind

A wall blocking all creativity

A blockage interfering one's thoughts

A writer of soul and passion

A holder of the pen that creates

A person with a unique way of combining words

A blocked writer...

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I initially didn't understand what you said, but after a while I realised it was measured. It now seems excessive.

What do I do with this longing?
no bags can carry it.
I grab at the mist
it floats around my head,
clouding my vision.
Outstretched hand returns with nothing.
An inkling of wetness, or something.

Waiting for the vibration in my pocket
a sensation
as close to aviation
as I can find.
To a dragonfly's wings.