Writing: a Poem

There's this bursting behind by my eyes. All I can do is write. My chest aches from the almost creative mania. All I can't do is write. My thoughts, my dreams... they ride on this. All I can't do is write. If I don't do this, how will I ever do anything else. All I … Continue reading Writing: a Poem

Blank Page

Pencil in hand I stare at this blank page Ideas raging in my head I stare at this blank page All the thoughts stop at the pencil tip I stare at this blank page Imagining my messy handwriting filling the lines I stare at this blank page This goes on and on I stare at … Continue reading Blank Page