I need just one more write
To make me sound profound
Before it is I release my pen
And leave without a sound

One more simple line
With a killer bite
That won't be so easily
Forgotten over time

Not a poem on heartache
Or one on puppy love
Those have been given play
More often than enough

What I need's a poem
That will make the young girls sigh
While the old men giggle
Asking themselves why

I need a poem that will go out
With the biggest bang
Stop the world in wonder
Of where all these years I've been

One that will shoot my name
Straight up to the top
Jumping high rise buildings
In a poetic power drop

All I need is that one more write
To show that I'm sincere
Then after all that's done
I can get out of here

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I feel as if I'm


              e         of          ma         ty
In  a  s      a           hu            ni

                      e        ow            bb
In a little  y       ll             ru          er  boat

With just you and me

Keeping it afloat through the years with our love

        
I view an island in the distance
I row us to the
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                                              e

                          ra            wat         s
Away from  c         zy             er

Where we will swim no more

*No need for no others on our island of love

Write if you might
Write what is trite
Write till you tingle
Write, don't mingle
Write what soothes
Write while booz'd
Write away the smirks
Write until it hurts
Write how she furls
Write till she hurls
Write what may
Write the day
Write the sky
Write, don't ask why.

I tried to be a journalist,
but I am not.
I tried to be a curator,
but I am not.
I tried to be a writer,
but I am not.
I tried to be a poet,
but I am not.
I tried to be a human,
And then — I slept soundly.

I'm on my way,
It's a journey,they say
Greenery all around,
A melodious sound.
With a hint of yellow,
The shades all mellow.

As I stare out,
There are certain things I doubt,
with the scenery changing every second
watching green and yellow blend,
I wonder why I feel so low,
There are things I really need to know.

The wind blowing slowly,
I bend into it lowly,
Questioning myself,'Am I good enough?'
'No.'answers a voice rough and tough.

I let the tears spill down,
wearing the 'Miss Lonely' crown,
I feel morose,
Now that I see my woes.

It would be a happy journey,I thought.
Now, in a mesh of loneliness, I am caught.
What to do?
Go, where to?

How much would it cost?
To get back, I am *Lost.