what i wanted to write

Lately, the muse went awol. Or she quit. Anyway, whenever I want to write something, a fence appears. The paper remains blank, and after a while I go back to the video games.

This is something I wrote a few years back, and has been sitting in my hard drive since. Forgot what made me mad the day I wrote that...



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what i wanted to write


i wanted to write
of lush sunsets
flowers in the wind
lovers whispering
sweet promises

but

i have nothing to offer
except
bleak grey walls
rain
in the evenings

a plastic bag
flailing in the wind
ash dangling at
the tip of a cigarette


who wants to read
of
sunbaked pavements
rusty bumpers
short tempers
the man rummaging for
aluminiun cans
from trash bins
which he will resell
for a bowl of porridge

i wanted to write
of lush sunsets
flowers in the wind
lovers whispering
sweet nothings

but

that will be
another time.


25/04/08
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"Writing is something you do alone. Its a profession for introverts who want to tell you a story but don't want to make eye contact while doing it.”

-- John Green.



Shared on Poetry Pantry #158  at Poets United.

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