So this is why I haven't been successful in writing creative pieces.
brain working,
words flowing so fast
in the midst of the night.
I'm never in this state of wake this early, this late.
no pen and paper here,
just my brain and a keyboard
typing away these letters that make words
that create poems that hold scattered thoughts.
supposedly trying to organize them within this so called poem
but thoughts, ideas unkempt all over a surface of a screen
that keeps going on and on
about pointless junk
that only has meaning to me
and no one else
thinking, what the hell did I just write?
