The Poem Not Written

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Poems

Sitting in class
flipping my pensil
between my fingers
my mind spinning
ideas are trying
to sort out
put my penisl
to my paper
theres no shapes
and no symbols
not eve lines
a blank page
is sitting here
ideas are wanting
to spill out
but nothing does
hand dosnt move
paper remains blank
im a failure
never able to...
write a poem...

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April 29, 2009

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