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Lost Ideas



Words were written, then erased

thoughts created, considered and killed

and nothing to show but marks and pain.



Staring, believing that it must come soon

ideas began to trickle into view

only to be discarded for being unworthy.



A spark, a flash of inspiration

jolted the sleepy mind awake to know

words, ideas and truth to be written at last.



Pausing, stepping aside for but a moment

to satiate his burning thirst

forgetting the spark and letting it burn down.



The blank page mocked, the empty words remained

nothing left to be made of them

for the spark of life had been blown out.



So I write to you this story of my chance

a poem so beautiful but one I forgot

About ideas floating on wisps of moonlight.



Once they float by, away into the night

they evaporate, vaporize and vanish

leaving behind only regret.



For the ideas swirling through your head

catch the ones you need and love

and never let go.

Procrastination



I thought to myself, why not wake up at dawn?

To start the day off right

but to my dismay

I discovered right away

that I had slept in til 7 ' o ' clock.



Now I was late, for school would start soon

and I hadn't even begun my work

but I pressed on

knowing full well

that I could get to my work later.



School flew by, as I thought of my plans

to build and construct

to make and create

the many wondrous plans

that I had devised.



But games, fun, laughter and friends

distracted me from my work

now lays here

a work must undone

that I had promised

that would soon be complete.



So I said to myself, “I've a novel idea!”

“Why not build me a clock with 24 hours

that runs in reverse

so that I may remind

how few precious hours are left.”



And so I began, to learn how to build

of gears and of cogs and motors

which meshed and mushed

and spun together as one

until they told the time, in reverse of course.



Yet I glanced out the window and saw

that the hour was quite late

and still remained my work

undone, unstarted, untouched

mocking me with its knowledge that I had forgotten.



And thus I realized that I must begin anew

to start my writing earlier tomorrow

a fresh start, a new day

a sound mind and able body

by waking up tomorrow at dawn.





(please leave comments on what can be worked on. thank you)

Rose is red

but never blue.

Sharp as a thorn

and fights like one too