Blocked
Why do I even bother to try,
In order for words to come I have to pry;
I could sit here for hours on end,
But all I'd be doing is playing pretend.
Rhyming does nto happen at the snap of a finger,
Instead my thoughts just tend to linger;
I'd love to sit here and vent of my day,
But in my head is where it'll have to stay.
Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Blocked | 0 | 11/08/2010 |
| Time of My Life | 1 | 05/09/2010 |
| You Belong With Me | 0 | 04/26/2010 |
| Stupidity | 2 | 01/21/2010 |
| Wondering Why | 0 | 01/21/2010 |
| Missed Calls | 1 | 01/21/2010 |
| Unclear | 0 | 01/21/2010 |
| Guardian Angel | 2 | 01/21/2010 |
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