Fifteen Minutes

THINK... Type Type Type Punctuate Read Over THINK... Change Edit THINK... Finished Submit Wait ~~~ I sit in my chair in my warm comfy lair and stare at the screen looking back at me bare my hands touch the keys and I hesistate briefly but then start to think and my hands follow with me ~~~ The piece finished, inspiration realized I hit the submit and then wait for my prize One view, then two, then four and then eight "This is wonderful..fantabulous, Dom this is great!" ~~~ I bask in the feeling in complete wonderment then I am off on someone else's to comment one comment, two comments, four and then eight... soon I'll be a Lyric Poet....now THAT would be great ~~~ Soon I make friends, and I earn all their trust they comment on me, but returning the favor's a must! soon I am well known, and a smile fills my face when I know I'll journey to that pixilated place ~~~ the next day I log on awaiting new comments but find they are all the same as before I log off discouraged but will return later when everyone has a chance to post many more ~~~ the comments the same...I cannot believe it where is my fame?.....has it been deleted? my poems are there, they haven't moved you see I'm nothing special, as plain as can be and they've all just moved past the fad that once was me ~~~ I pour out my heart, my humor, my soul I put it all out on the slate to be told but it's all the same once you material gets old. + +++ ++++ ++++++ ++++++++ ++++++++ +++++ Written March 14th, 2002 © on Mar 14 2002 09:07 AM PST   0 • 1