Twota
08-05-2011, 09:20 PM
My fingers tick slowly
on a paper like a pianist,
my other hand carries a pen,
I aim it's nib hesitantly
at the first line of the page,
my eyes focus on the white
searching for the rainbow within,
I try to force inspiration into
my withered thirsty brain, but
I get no words out in return,
the white magnetizes the black
and the pen spits an ink drop,
I see a small dark invasion
like a flood on a cellular scale,
the flow stops in two seconds
and leaves a big circular spot,
I look at my only outcome,
drop my pen and call it a day,
for now I am sure that today-
all I can write is full stops.
on a paper like a pianist,
my other hand carries a pen,
I aim it's nib hesitantly
at the first line of the page,
my eyes focus on the white
searching for the rainbow within,
I try to force inspiration into
my withered thirsty brain, but
I get no words out in return,
the white magnetizes the black
and the pen spits an ink drop,
I see a small dark invasion
like a flood on a cellular scale,
the flow stops in two seconds
and leaves a big circular spot,
I look at my only outcome,
drop my pen and call it a day,
for now I am sure that today-
all I can write is full stops.