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Pen MAG

By Anonymous

my pen is
poised above
the paper.
waiting.
the blank white
void
penetrates my thoughts.

it cracks a hole in my
brain.
a trickle of words
drips
down.
splashes of images
land
ink spots stain.

why?
creativity oozes
out my ears, crawls
from beneath my
skin.
my fingernails itch,
hands tremor.

how?
an overflow of scenery
dribbles from the
brimming mind.
it rushes in through my
eyes,
out through my
nerves.

energy buzzes around my
head.
flustered. hand
cramp!
eraser marks smear.
not that …
this.



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on Jul. 20 2009 at 6:27 pm
I really like this poem. =)

on Jul. 13 2009 at 5:26 am
That is a great poem! I love this line:creativity oozes

out my ears, crawls

from beneath my

skin.

my fingernails itch,

hands tremor.





Great descriptions!

on Jul. 10 2009 at 5:13 pm
one_of_a_kind_girl GOLD, N/A, California
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Wow!! The descriptions are so well written!!

on Jul. 10 2009 at 4:36 am
Hannah Rosenzweig BRONZE, San Francisco, California
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i really love the last stanza! great job keep writing

Hopie SILVER said...
on Jul. 10 2009 at 12:29 am
Hopie SILVER, San Antonio, Texas
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i love your poem keep it comming :D

Frizzil15 GOLD said...
on Jul. 9 2009 at 8:43 pm
Frizzil15 GOLD, Monongahela, Pennsylvania
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Your Amazing.!!