im a poem whos lost its meaning... my author never gave me the time he simply put a tiltle across me he forgot to add the intriguing words to grab you in and keep you entertained... im simply left as a thought unable to be progressed into literature his trail of thinking has begun to drift.. along a raging ocean... his pen has levitated into the distant fog... unable to find the blinking lights to return back to his home... im a poem who lost his meaning... hoping to find one between the lines searching for a trail of inspiration but the tracks have been erased no evidence to start my trial.. i wait in a cell ... fighting with your other incomplete thoughts.. for a chance to live... a survival tactic ive picked up along the way... awake from your thoughtless sedation prevoke those predicates seize those subjects... dont leave me hanging from the tallest branch climb a mound of devotion and conquer concentration paint a portrait of words each color bolder than the last weave a rug with intricate patterns a bit of yourself in each strand make me into your masterpiece i deserve that chance i know im not a hopeless case see the beauty right in front of you mold me into your own creation a lovely thought that leads to your inticing script im a poem without a meaning but thats what i was prescribed to be
Reason for writing:
i didnt know what to write about so i just incorporated those empty thoughts into this...pretty nifty eh? lol..not the best but im proud of myself..dont spoil the moment...OH CONGRATS BETH ON YOUR OE CONTEST...GREAT JOB
Birth sign: Virgo
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