Back to the drawing board I shall go With hope and visions of rythme and flow With words and patterns I already know With goals and standards for my quality of work to grow Altogether, having my accumulated knowledge in tow Its back to the drawing board I shall go
Sometimes in life you find yourself in a slump The complete lack of inspiration is creating a grump You grasp at straws considering yourself to be stumped When all of your ideas seem to be destined for the dump Its at times like these that you can't give up like a chump So jump up, get off your **** and get pumped up Because its back to the drawing board you shall go
I know youve got talent and I know youve got skill Now go write it all down and give these people a thrill Just be positive and uplifting. Don't Be negative and shrill Do your best, dont be anxious, But be peaceful and still Don't rush it or force and don't release it until Youve gone back to the drawing board and gotten your fill
I wasn't sure of what to write about next. I like to have a steady stream of new content. I woke up today and was pondering what to write about next. The thought of going back to the drawing board came to me while I was having a smoke. Then after my contemplating I decided that going back to the drawing board and not having anything to write about was poem worthy content on its own. So I sat down and starting writing. This poem is the result.
This moon pulls, it tugs at my strings, it convinces my heart to break free of its cage because these bones contain. Its a promise, a romantic persuasion, a new idea, it excites my heart, makes it want to join in the happy jubilee of the moon and its connection to me. My heart cant fly, if it escaped it would shatter, its slivers scattered across the earth. sure, it would cause new life to grow where the pieces had fallen but I would be left empty, with a broken cage, with worn out strings, with nothing left for me, so ill keep it contained, until the next moon sings, to see what this next moon brings. I'll keep the moons joy to me for fear of its manipulation of my hearts deepest persuasions.