A writer writes about writing
Words, why have you left me thus?
I speak beguiling,
Enticing thee with sweetness.
Have you completely forsaken “us?”
This white page,
How it mocks my attempts!
My own best friend,
You fill me with contempt.
If I could break out of this block
Be sure that I would.
My friend,
Steady as the ticking clock,
I need your help…
Come on, just one line!
This has been,
FanTC
I once had a dream
That was so dark
A Titan came
To poison the Earth,
Hitler drove
A big black hearse,
And I was trapped
In this damned verse.
I once had a dream
That was so black
The devil himself
Said to send it back.
Mecha monsters
Blue and red
Battled over Earth
And to the death.
In this dream
A slice of yellow cake,
An evil scientist,
And a ride I’ll never take.
I watched the planet
Spreading black,
The Titan and
His staff of death.
He looked at me
And I at him.
This was the end.
This has been,
FanTC
PS: A slice of yellow cake??? What, was I hungry or something?
The Squid from Quid A short story poem Once upon a time in the land of Quid, there came a strange and peculiar squid. He had no ink or cloud to spread. Truth be told, he'd rather be dead. Because all his peers they teased him bad. He had no friends, which made him sad. And so one day when he was down, he explored on his own and got out of town. Deep in the ocean away from his home, he had time to think and be on his own. He saw all the coral and moved through the weeds. He saw all the many variety of reeds. It made him think since no plant was the same, that maybe his peers were really quite lame. To think that all squids - the young and the old - should all be the same, not to shy, not to bold. He thought he was broke all his life he felt so. But now he felt changed and now he felt whole. The next time squids laughed or called him mean names, he reminded himself he was not to blame. Each squid has a purpose though some may not see it, and maybe one day he would grow up to be it. The end
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