Blank sheet

The white page
Waits in silence
Blinding me with it's sheen
For letters and words
A sentence or more.
It waits for what is yet unseen.
Distracting,
I concentrate
But I don't get very far.
Writing, jotting
brainstorming all day
My words are jumbled and marred.
Droping the pen
Frustration gathers
I push away from the desk
And the paper waits
Ever vigilant
For me to pass it's test.

Boy, that last poem was crap, don't you think? Well, I was enjoying a bottle of pop, and felt terribly inspired, with emphasis on the terrible part :) I don't know when insperation will hit next, but you all will be first to know. If you have any comments or questions, you know you can email me...right? Aww comeon, I know you know, but you're just shy. I'll reply, honest.
draxenn@hotmail.com that's the email...use it.

Drax.

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