December 2011
1 post
occasionally i'm a writer
My notebook and I are at a stalemate Seeing the whites in my page Is like a graffiti artist canvas Just waiting to be tagged Each time I try It throws lines back at me Laughing At what my thoughts have become my words mimic me Imitating the thoughts that I’m tryna conceive Mocking me as I play with similes Toying with metaphors Its not easy anymore tryna get these words to flow like the waves...