The inspiration has left me again Now I'm just alone and depressed. I am bored with nothing to do But play with this ribbon, a teal-like blue. It marks the pages I have yet to write in Dark green lines stretching from margin to margin At some point I will fill you with random poems … Continue reading Random


Excitement like bubbles Growing within Pop-pop-popping With every second Slowly unraveling Like a ribbon coming undone Trying to keep joy contained But its filling up my lungs Running through my veins Like a river does flow Controlling my limbs Now I've lost all control