A Writer in Need...Needs a Voice

A Writer in Need...Needs a Voice

A Poem by Girl With A Pen

I've been confused for a while now
Life is hard and I am spiraling down

I've tried so hard to balance out
But there's too much empty space
And I keep falling down

What can I do with an empty page?
I can write it all down or I can throw it away
It's just the timing and my balance is gone
What can you do when you're not as strong?

I can waste a while writing a page
I can like it or throw it away
Whatever I do
It wouldn't matter anyway

When I try to write single spaced
I lose my balance and smear the page

I can write a whole page
I've got a lot to say
But when the ink is smeared
I throw it away

Writing needs help from a balanced mind
You don't need to write in cursive 
Just let it come to you in good time

I've been wondering for a while now
If I keep writing on a smeared page
Will my mind balance out

What I write I throw away
To everyone else it's just another recycled page

© 2015 Girl With A Pen


Author's Note

Girl With A Pen
So I was asked today why I don't like talking to actual people as much as I enjoy writing dialog for my characters. I simply said, "Because, unlike people, characters I create can never say the wrong thing"

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I believe writing can help us. Had helped me often in my life.
"I've been wondering for a while now
If I keep writing on a smeared page
Will my mind balance out"
Words upon paper. A release sometimes. I have 40 year old journals. When I wrote them. I knew sadness and happiness. Now the old journals are reminders. I have lived once. Powerful thoughts and words left something for the reader to think about. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote



Posted 8 Years Ago


To your note: But they CAN and sometimes DO say the wrong things...

He said, she said, he said, then she said and he did then... are common flows we have behind our eyes. We give the dialogue we want/hope/settle for/expect-in-life/fantasize with ...and sometimes make it so real we want to laugh and cry - both.

To the poem: You aren't alone by any stretch... lots of people sit under dim bulbs at tables or on couches/chairs listening to the electricity hum in the middle of the night OR day. Ideas are right ...there... but not quite or the words just vanish as the thought broke and left you - lost. So many "feel" they haven't anything someone else would listen to - without condescension or derision. But we DO have OUR voice... OUR words have meaning and life for US.

Posted 8 Years Ago


This poem is marvelous! What I loved the best about the poem is that it has got a rhythmic tune to it,which makes you want to read it more and more.Good job!

Posted 8 Years Ago


I loved this poem because I love writing just like the poet...

Posted 8 Years Ago


Yeah this is a great emotional piece...putting to the screen what you feel in a rhythmic way, it's healing. To anyone but us, what we write can often have little to no meaning. If it's thrown into the trash, then to the rest of the world it is trash. But to us it is that we are too confused to figure out ourselves. Very thought-provoking.

Posted 8 Years Ago


Wow! I love this poem, so philosophical. keep up the good work

Posted 8 Years Ago


"what i write I throw away to everyone else it's just a recycled page"
that line is what made me fall in love with this. It's very subtle but there's something about it that kinda hits you. This whole piece was really nice and had a really great flow. Keep it up!

100/100

-Riley

Posted 8 Years Ago


Girl With A Pen

8 Years Ago

Thank you so much for your review! It means a lot that you enjoyed it :)

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