I almost cried. So at first I thought someone had 'accidentally' deleted my work. But I had a friend of mine look it over and he said it looked like something I downloaded MAY have deleted my files ( I'm still convinced I was sabotaged!) But luckily!! The imaginative juices it takes to write a poem is from finished in my head (although I can't guarantee it'll ever be any good). I've been writing like a maniac.
It's like a light has been switched on in my head. Poems, stories, even taking a first crack at an actual book that may or may not get published. Like WOW!! Just my mind has been filled with crazy and atrocious ideas leaking out from every open corner like sewage from a badly kept pipeline!
Unfortunately, the only I could find to type immediately was this one I'm about to write right (write, right :D) now as I'm behind the computer. I don't know what to call it yet so who ever reads this should decide for themselves:
Like a puzzle, the heart is in pieces.
Like a puzzle, it cannot fix itself.
It needs a helping hand
To become whole.
Like a puzzle, the heart must be put together.
Like glass, the heart is clear.
Like glass, it can break.
When broken it must be fixed
To be made whole again.
Like glass, the heart never lies; only alters.
Like a rainbow, love is elusive.
Like a rainbow, it is eternal.
Without a start or an end
It stands on its own.
Like a rainbow, love colourful.
And that's about it. It's not very good, I'll admit but like I said, it's a sewage leak, not a waterfall of ideas.
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