If I don't write, my mind may explode,
But once I get started it's a long, long road.
'Cause you see, I've got feelings; thoughts, even needs,
They're all trapped inside- just dying to be freed.
Now the problem lies between mind and fingers-
there's a disconnect that leaves thoughts to linger.
'Cause I can't empty them out, like a bag full of trash-
heck, I can only hope to grab a few from this stash.
Now here's a page full, and I've said next to nothing-
I wonder what'd happen if I really reached for something.
If you want to know about my recent creative ventures, check out my art blog- www.theblueroomventures.blogspot.com
Today, I feel overwhelmed, impatient, anxious, excited, and weary. Strange? Yeah.
How are you?
-j
Tired, mostly. Been battling lots of impatience myself. :/
ReplyDeleteI'm sorry your feeling so overwhelmed, Sometimes, the only thing to do is sleep. I get like that too, sometimes. I have all these ideas but no energy or all this energy, but no inspiration. It's awful.
ReplyDeleteI hope you feel better.
As always, your writing amazes me. Keep it up!
Tara
Liked the poem. ^_^
ReplyDeleteHow am I? Hrm. At this very moment, I am a strange lack of emotions. I just got out of bed half an hour ago, and I rarely wake up with feelings. I pick them up as I go. ;P
But lately, I've gone back and forth between happy and unsatisfied, with a bit of insufficiency and overwhelm-ness.