The paper sits there.
As my hand molds to the pen
I breathe slowly,
And search the room for inspiration.
I see people talking,
Others staring into space,
And some are sleeping.
Nothing really catches my attention…
I reach into my bag and pull out my headphones.
My favorite song is playing.
I start humming,
My hand starts moving.
A spark has just been made
And a new poem has begun.
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shelby's journal
eh tis journal is for my thoughts of the world, the people around me, and the places i have been. i will write peoms and possible short stories here. so have fun reading and i hope you enjoy...jeez this sounds soo lame
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