Life

Scribbles

February 22, 2009

Scribbles

Try as I might
words don’t come out
all these things inside
the pen refuses to write;

All my dreams of yesterday
are just a touch away
my wings are spread out
ready to take off in a quick flight;

Wandering in the darkness of my mind
searching for a spark
to give this life a reason
to continue dreaming,
here I am scribbling away the thoughts
that refuse to come alive;

  • native girl February 27, 2009 at 11:37 am

    cool beans

  • native girl February 27, 2009 at 11:38 am

    man this poem is really cool

  • hussein March 18, 2009 at 2:18 am

    this poet is very nice and life is to give this life a reason

  • sir cool February 24, 2011 at 7:37 am

    this poem is the best poem i’v ever read 🙂