What's This?
By naninina
Laying down, looking at the ceiling Can't help smiling to myself Wild and broadening imaginations, images and emotions Such complicated things united, asking for my attention and going against my judgement I have civic duties I have consequential datelines Only I keep contemplating on words, words, words I need to move on But what's this? The creativity inside me urges to be let out. OUT!Lurie had commented on my other poem ("On My Messy Desk") that I might be "a student who has too much work to read and who is struggeling to find time be a poet". And yes she is right. I am stuck here. I only want to write poetry. I feel like I have found something that I should've found years ago. Or I can also say Poetry has finally found me. And now that it is with me, I don't want to let it go for one second! Written March 2nd, 2002 © on Mar 01 2002 04:27 PM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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