No Thoughts, Head Empty
For my first post, I'm just playing around a bit here...
I was told poems don't have to rhyme, that there are no rules.
Tell that to someone who's always thoroughly organized.
An overthinker who has to think everything through.
Goodness, I don't really know what to write.
Inspiration turns into comparison and that,
Sometimes discourages me from writing anything at all.
The depths of my mind are an enigma,
Does that even make sense at all?
Am I trying too hard again?
I don't know, but I'll still give it a go.
Rediscovering a passion takes time.
The words will come together,
If I just remember,
It comes from within.
And it doesn't have to rhyme.
Wait...wait a second...
Did I just...
I just reread this again and I just realized...
Some of this still rhymes.
Oops.
Its okay, I guess.
This will be harder than I thought.
~KC~
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Hope it made you smile a bit :)
About the Creator
Khadijah Clemente
There is always one thing I tell others about myself, the words I write speak for me. They tell you more than I could ever do verbally. So get ready to know a little about the ups and downs that is my life.
NYC ~ Writer ~ Daydreamer
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