a collection of words
jumbled up in a pile
little things that I’ve heard
but haven’t used in awhile
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bounce around like a ball
stirring up this commotion
dribbling down the halls
pure untapped emotion
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a tap, tap, tap, tap vibrating the glass
continuously begging for attention
a dire question intentionally unasked
though nobody once dared to mention
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dribbles like water spewing out of my head
like a rusty old unmaintained spigot
all those things pondered yet still left unsaid
as if no one intended to speak them
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now overflow spilling onto a page
second thoughts, turn of phrases and rhymes
creating journeys no one’s ever made
holding them forever in time
About the Creator
Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
Telling stories my heart needs to tell <3 life is a journey, not a competition
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Comments (2)
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That seems to describe a writer's mind to a T.
Sometimes it do be like that. Loved your poem!