Time to turn a new page
to write a new book
as i see each blank space
only as an oppurtunutiy
to fulfill my own happiness
I start with a smile
two black dots and a half cricle
I scribble words across each line
only to be unsatisfied
the blackness of my pen starts to bleed
as I realize I haven't been me
with each new word
each new drawing
am I really myself?
Or just another illustration drawn in a book
with two black dots and a half circle
Am i just two black dots and a half circle?
Have I fallen into the illusion?
Did i take too many steps back just to become and illustration?
As I fill these pages cover to cover
wondering what to do
or who to be
how to think or live.
Am I really doing it for myself?
Or am i only doing it
for the satisfaction of others
to become two black dots
and a half circle.
I liked the comment better
I liked the comment better than the poem!! Lol. And then i had to ask myself, (because of the poem)..."which is you?"
:-D
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
Good poem and good
Good poem and good originality. Whatever we do in life we create by putting a little of ourselves in the interpretation, even the most mundane chores. Enjoyed your write of poetry, a good write.
http://www.postpoems.org/authours/a.griffiths57