Anka (poem)
A duck
A duck who looked at me.
The duck started swimming.
The dog started barking.
The duck started to quack back.
The dog jumped into the water.
The duck swam as fast as possible.
The duck came back to me.
The duck died one day later.
The dog died ten years later.
The duck was killed by a hawk.
The duck and the dog were the same
But no one understands.
Poetically speaking
Poetically Speaking
I stand before you
As you wait for me to speak
I have a message for you
That is coming from somewhere within me
The words I do not know
They come to mind with each stroke of the keys
I am a poetician asking you
To lend an ear to me
Creativity Unleashed
Creativity Unleashed
Floodgates open
Ideas pouring out into the room
Filling the room swiftly with thoughts and words
Ink fills the air
As the ideas suffocate me
And leave me gasping for air
I try to swim to the surface and
Escape my fate
But my fate is sealed
And my time is up.
I drop the pen and it floats away into the darkness
As the flow of my creative thoughts surround me and pull me under.
I am at peace now forevermore.
Hurting inside but no one knows
i wonder when people will see
that i am not all i seem to be
that i need help
i need wisdom
Cause it hurt's to have all i have ever known taken away from me
I miss being with the people who make me forget
all of th'''''e troubles that lay ahead
i wonder when people will see
this scared little girl
inside of me
i may seem tough
i may seem carefree
but that is because i do not
let you see me cry
i do not show pain
i do not show loss
i try to look on the bright side
but there is none
i need someone to see
cause im tired of people not seeing
are they really that blind
or am i
