Short Rack My Brain Poems
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I rack my brain
asking myself
why you left,
but now I'm on a better path
rediscovering myself
finding my true journey
Picking at my head
I rack my brain for
An excuse to hate you
And one glares at me
But it is not enough
You did what your heart told you
If I loathed you for that
I would be detesting myself
Only months ago
Form:
Writer's Block
I have writers block right now, hate this feeling.....
I have an idea in my head, but, the words escape me....
I rack my brain, trying to think, and, think....
But, the harder I try, the worse it gets....
Maybe tomorrow will be a better day....
No one knows what it’s like
To be trapped inside your mind
To question all of your thoughts
To wish that you were blind
This illness is a real thing
It wasn’t just made up
Every word is a sting
They always come for me
These voices rack my brain
My thoughts aren’t on the train
I want them to stop but they won’t
They are supposed to stop but they don’t
Schizophrenia is a curse
Nothing else could be worse
I know your sad , I know your alone...
I rack my brain to change your tone...
I guess I'll pull up a chair next to your soul...
My page will start off blank till this poem is told...
I will dip my pen in the warmth of your heart...
Then dot the verses with a darker shade that's apart...
When all is complete and the form is intact...
My voice will echo through where a smile has lacked...
inspired by Tracie "Dreamweaver"
I wish I knew the reason why
An X, L, V and I, I, I
Is how one can identify
Which Super Bowl this is.
Though Roman numerals I hate,
Without them, one could not equate
Those letters with game 48 -
It’s almost like a quiz.
I wonder who decided that
The Roman way is where it’s at;
It had to be a bureaucrat
Or mathematics whiz.
So every year I rack my brain
In hopes that yes, I did retain
Those skills to let me ascertain
Which Super Sunday ‘tis.
Sequestered Thoughts
Written: By Tom Wright
8-10-2019
I sequestered some thoughts today at dawning,
Other days I’ve allowed these thoughts free reign.
But today, I’ve a tendency, to sit here yawning,
Nothing worthy escapes though I rack my brain.
Perhaps its a temporary psychological block,
Because the hour of night, has now grown pale.
Or the interrupting chime of our grandfather clock,
But most likely, It’s just that my thoughts are stale.
I am sitting at my desk
Looking for a bright idea.
I look at the empty paper
Waiting for a poem for the galleria.
I waited for the right time
When I was in the mood to write.
But now I wait for inspiration
To let my imagination take a flight.
I mess my hair frustrated
As I rack my brain for inspiration.
I think back on the words of poets
Then I hit a realization.
Everyone has always said
Inspiration is all around.
What your surroundings offer
Will leave you astound.