i wrote another poem...

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I stare at the blank sheet Thoughts empty Nothing to draw The page is blank. So is my mind. 12 years of work Of dedication All to stare at nothing? I draw the first shape; a circle. Then another; a triangle. The shapes turn into a character. A person. But who? I think back to when I was 10 In class, in my own world. Drawing on my papers, carefree. Now it’s just a chore. I rip the paper. I try again, to draw something meaningful. Nothing. I rip it again. Countless sheets lost. A pile forms, A pile of unvoiced feelings A pile of bottled up thoughts, words. The pile gets too big. It all falls apart. meowww its for my creative writing class what do we think guys -jake
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