untitled due to writers block
10/21/2004 02:45 a.m.
Sometimes, it is as if I have all of these thoughts swimming in my head; but the plug is jammed in so tight that none of them can save themselves from drowning.

I hear them begging to be let out, to be penned, forever engraved in my life~but it seems I have no control over the flow of my "children".

When in fact, little do they know~they control me.

If only they would stop panicking and conserve their air, then perhaps the force on this plug would ease; and they could release themselves ever so gently at exactly the precise moment of birth planned for each.

No, I am not crazy.

I am just an amateur poet with writers block. All her children want to come out and play at the same time.
Only problem is they are clogging up the plug.
Patience my dear ones, patience.
You must all take turns.
I am waiting.

I am currently Helpless
I am listening to the thoughts in my head.