People say you write better with a pen and paper at hand;
But I feel comfortable typing away on the computer.
The ideas flow through me like tears at a funeral,
Quick, emotional, and meaningful.
By the time I find a pen to use,
The idea is gone, swept away by distraction.
My subconscious won’t allow me to retain them anymore.
They’re forever lost, deprived of, and void.
Yes being on the computer has its quirks
YouTube, Figment, Facebook, you name it!
Music helps me think, reading helps me develop ideas
But by the time I find a song, I’ve forgotten what it is, I was about to do.
Please scroll down, for I have a poem for you.
The gleams and splints and a tint of a smile,
A tenth of a second, a quarter of a mile.
Pencil to paper, brain to work;
In the depths of your mind, creativity lurks.
Have a nice day folks, and keep writing!
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