The empty lines
stare up at me
hoping for something new
Something unique
But i can't not think
I don't know what to say
I just stare at the blank page
all through this long day
I look down at my pencil
Gripped tightly in my hand
and finally it clicks
I now understand
I will write about writing
For its something I enjoy
I won't spend time explaining
the beauties of imagination
the creativity of your mind
is an amazing thing
that is not too hard to find
But how can you describe
the craziness inside?
let me say
just don't think
Its easier that way
let your hand control you
let your mind run wild
and sooner or later
You'll prove your a writer.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i love it! all you have to do is write. great poem!