11:58 the clock
Ticking,moving with rhythm it beats with the strumming of keys
You force me to write but I am cautious,
Scared of what will come out
Of my fingertips
The darkness of backspace
Regretting the thought the words
that accidently split onto the page
I do not cry though because I’ve done this before
When I cried against fire and it singed me.
But Save is safe. I may go back and read
But its solid.
Like a commitment that you hope will never go away.
But things change and I edit and change the meanings
Somehow its more of a gas now
And someday, somewhere
The meanings will float into your heart
And you will understand.
I’m doing a Grind this summer so I can write, a grind is that you write a poem everynight before a certain time to keep your creative juices flowing, at the end of every week I’ll make a post saying its the new week for the Grind and if anyone wants to join can do so. It’s a first draft only so everynight has to be a new poem. You can’t go back and edit. Once the summer is over I’m going to go back and edit but for the summer starting tonight I will be writing a poem everynight. I will be taking idea requests. So if you have a topic I should do my weekly grind on or even just for one day let me know. This time was Fear.
Please tell me what you all think.