Thoughts, that's all I have
That's all I am
They move through my
brain like a car on a freeway
Sometimes I just want
to set up a construction
sign Block out the traffic.
My mind jumps like a
grasshopper from one
subject to the next. My
thoughts are scattered
like lake effect snow
falling from the sky.
Why do I Keep writing
them down? It's not like
the thoughts are
attached and make for
a beautiful thoughtful
poem. I keep trying to
convey my thoughts into
something brought
together with beautiful
imagery or with deeper
meaning. That's what
consumes me. I must perfect
my poetry. Make something
out of nothing. Attention
is not what I seek I just
want you to take a peek.
This is who I am. Making
a masterpiece with words is
what I feel I need to succeed .
Making something worthwhile
and not fade away like
another boring meaningless
day. Catching dust like some
old textbook no one cares about
anymore. Here I am breaking
the dam and here now the
thoughts they are flooding,
flooding drowning me. Drowning
deep deep down within the
blue sea? Like that hasn't been
done before. For obviously
this creative way to put my
thoughts together has become
such a big chore. For if you only
knew for these thoughts
are so hard to ignore