New poems are last poems, enjoy!

"The words that I speak,
They run north to south,
Confusing and unclear,
They all leave my mouth,
Unable to reach, always misunderstood,
Hoping somebody heard, but knowing nobody could,
This time with a poem, a different approach,
Not needing teaching, convincing, or some kind of coach,
My words they flow freely, confusing?
Maybe they should,
But at least I could feel it,
when no one else could... "

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"Messed up again,
With all my words,
Dig a hole,
I'm on the curb,
Burry me,
For centuries,
So when I wake,
Get back again,
I'll gain the words,
That once was lost,
Way back when,
I was tongue tied,
I'm sorry..."

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"Hands dropping paint,
puddles of emotion,
Ready to cry,
Going through the motion,
Not knowing how,
your words touch my soul,
Just knowing without them,
I feel so alone..."

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"Throat is soar from inner screaming,
Head messed up from daily dreaming,
Not sure who I am or was,
But then again, who really does?"

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"Do you have a crossroad thinking?
Misunderstanding till your sinking,
Got one task but done another,
Teachers thinking "why do I bother?",
It's not a lack of communication,
Simply a case of miss-interpretation..."

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"I can't write poems anymore,
I don't know why,
I can't even rhyme,
I can't write what I want to,
Or write what I feel,
Probably because my will,
Isn't what's real-
Wait...
I rhymed did you see?
I wonder why now I was given the key,
My tongue was tied,
Helpless ride,
Close to accepting,
A life without poetry,
As my new setting,
Wait...
Did I just get writers block?
Can poets get that too?
Did a strange writers door lock?
Guess I learned something new..."

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"Searching for the things to write,
Twisting, turning, words all night,
Getting lost inside the sound,
Gravity, back to the ground,
Typing, writing or recording,
"Anythings fine" I muttered
This morning,
Blank pages, document space,
Stuck inside this empty place,

"What to write, what to say!"

It was all but clear this rainy day,
Sun was gone before this noon,
Darkness creeping in too soon,

"Wait, stop!"

I think I cured my writers block

I miss the rain tapping on my window,
More dark clouds looks like a "no go",
The music stopped,
So I can not-

"Think!"

Tick tock, tick tock,
Time goes by,
But what's the clock?
Or where's the clock?
No, what's the time?
I'm not sure but for now I'll try,
To compromise,
See where it leads,
Some creativity, is what most poems need..."

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Newest update:

"How do you describe the feelings you get when you hear a relatable line in a song?

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