So, I'm sitting here in front of the computer, not ready to go to sleep yet, and I decide to write a poem. Well, I don't know if you could call it a poem, but I'd like to think of it as one. So, here's what I came up with. (Feel free to comment on it, even if you think it's a piece of crap.) Enjoy.
WHAT A MORNING MIND CREATES
Sitting here with the lights turned off,
water bottle, music, and computer.
Forcing ideas out of a tired mind,
words could sound better if I wanted 'em to.
Words racing through my head,
none of it really makes sense.
Regrets bitter and too much to bear,
worried about future plans.
A confused writer,
I swear only one more poem before I'm off.
TGIF I suppose,
hey hey to early mornings.
A minute passed,
quickest typing yet.
Ideas flowing like river water now,
bye bye to stalled fingers.
I think I could go on forever,
writing minutes of my life.
Taking a serious outlook on life,
what will happen if she dies?
Inspired by a song,
silent tears fall for so long.
Hey look I made a rhyme,
haven't thought about that in a while.
Random writings of me,
twenty minutes pass.