Best Lifepoems Poems
Failure Of A Writer
Sometimes my mind works faster then my hand,
Causing many of poems to get lost in la la land.
Why do many of my best thoughts come after daylight?
As I fumble for paper and pen in the middle of the night.
It’s a curse I guess, one I know well,
One I have no other choice then to allow.
Before going to bed I try to collect all my thoughts,
But my mind gets all twisted and tied in knots.
After giving up, I try to go rest my eyes,
And after knotting off, they come like a surprise.
Waking me up with these incredible rhymes,
But no matter how I try I can’t capture them in time.
So I guess what I’m really trying to say,
Is that it’s not my fault when my poems go astray.
When the rhyming is weak and the sentences seemed forced,
And the rhyme of the poem goes horribly off course.
Just be assured in my mind it sounded quiet good,
And I’ll stick to that story like any poem would.
Yeah, that’s the ticket; I’ll blame it on that,
It’s not really my fault when my words fall flat.
Who can be expected to wake up on a dime?
Just to jot down masterpieces in a nick of time.
Failure of this writer, I’ll take no blame,
I just use some other alias name.