Sometimes I write
Just for the sake of writing
And they're other times when I identify
What my mind-sights sighting
And what I mean by that:
I spill out my heart
Which usually makes more sense at the finish
Than at the start
Then sometimes when I spill
I think 'wow how selfish
how stupid who am I? '
And it takes another line to realize
I just do it cause I need it
Doesn't matter how stupid
Doesn't matter if my heart on this paper
Doesn't ever get to cupid
It's not selfish
To spill what you feel
It's not fake, we're all someone
That's the only thing that's real
Other times I cross out verses
Every time I never tell of my writing
I'm basically say it to paper
Cause to someone it could mean fighting
And it's true
And maybe some truth is what you sought
I guess a feeling said
Is a feeling fought
Maybe it's external
Mostly always internal
And it's so funny how the two intertwine
On the inside you're torn apart
But when it comes out, its fine
But don't let that build up
Like a dam in a river of thought
Keep you're mind flowing
Don't let the bad thought get caught
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
veary nice poem. it got me thinking of why everyone writes. i guess i never thought of writeing in that way before. i really loved your poem. and it sends out a good strong message to those who writes. your poem deserves a 10++ byes.