Blocked
Why do I even bother to try,
In order for words to come I have to pry;
I could sit here for hours on end,
But all I'd be doing is playing pretend.
Rhyming does nto happen at the snap of a finger,
Instead my thoughts just tend to linger;
I'd love to sit here and vent of my day,
But in my head is where it'll have to stay.
Poetry comes nearer to vital truth than history.
Plato (BC 427-BC 347) Greek philosopher.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Blocked | 0 | 11/08/2010 |
| Time of My Life | 1 | 05/09/2010 |
| You Belong With Me | 0 | 04/26/2010 |
| Stupidity | 2 | 01/21/2010 |
| Wondering Why | 0 | 01/21/2010 |
| Missed Calls | 1 | 01/21/2010 |
| Unclear | 0 | 01/21/2010 |
| Guardian Angel | 2 | 01/21/2010 |
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