there is a blank
in my mind
nothing will come
the page is empty
with nothing new
it looks and taunts me so
to fill the page
i must unlock the door
trapping all my thoughts
…
a peeping whole
a bright red bowl
glistenning in the sun
a foolsih grin
pain in your shin
after a long day
a TV show
a desk thats low
sitting in a room
a guy thats rude
the smell of food
a biting hunger
some random words
a poem in thirds
fills the paper full