Here I sit now and later,
no tv, no radio, no couch potater,
In front of the screen typing away,
I create all night and I create all day,
Something to write to go with dinner,
Something to scribe to make me feel much thinner,
A poem to reflect on all that I think,
Memories splash down as the paper has one last drink,
Words often heard but arranged in many ways,
Thoughts to sentences play with nothing to say,
Directed and aimed to touch your heart,
Just a topic needed and then I can start,
Ive wanted to write to you to see what youd say,
But the words got misdirected and some how went a stray,
From your beautiful eyes to the pic that I see,
I find myself writing past quarter to 3,
So tired yet wired Im into a stream,
Adjectives and verbs hit the screen with a sting,
fingers numb and out of control,
the minds no longer writing the fingers just go,
Its hard to keep up with all these words tucked in my head,
that keep jumping out and want to be read,
searching for those to read as a good write,
and hungry to hit the stage as they gather and take flight,
Ive been behind the pencil, typewriter and keyboard,
Eyes piercing the LCD without being bored,
Just got to keep going to somehow get you to see,
I am every bit of my words, read them and you read me,
So if you want to no more then take time to read,
I wrote you a poem,
and planted my seed.
Originally Posted On Site: 2006-11-29 20:21:00
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