My notebook speaks out.
Do you even know what your life ever was ?
Come on Mr.Writer-of-Our-Time, Write.....
Come up with things that drip with profound wisdom.
Go on, inspire me...
Give me one-liners that simply reek of your sage-like prophecy
Give me something that sounds smart and witty increasingly so each time I repeat it.
Run me a powerful monologue abut how painful, or pointless, or empty, or unfulfilling your bleak existence is.
Go on writer, tell me her name. Tell me how you think about her, even though you know you can't have her.
Cry for me, make me relate, make me understand what you're going through with verse, or characters, or allusions.
Come on Writer, entertain me !
Give me imagery, natural, man-made, or otherwise.
Give me anger,sadness, bitterness, tears.
I want to hear those great cognitive gears whirring.
I want to feel the sting of your pen.
I want to see the blaze in your eyes
The passion in your twisted mouth
The concentration in your wrinkled forehead,
The frustration in your pulled hair,
The clenched jaw.
Show me the ink stains on your fingers.
Show me the fire in your mind.
Give me your all.
Make love to me and the English language.
Let the ink flow like your blood.
Let the pen be your new finger.
Surprise me,
Make me laugh,
Hurt me
Crumple me up like another used thought.
Fight man, fight !
Keep stabbing at it.
Poetry by Jack R. Schade
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Written on 2009-10-01 at 03:26
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Joseph's Notebook As It Sings Songs of Mockery
What are you going to do with your life now ?Do you even know what your life ever was ?
Come on Mr.Writer-of-Our-Time, Write.....
Come up with things that drip with profound wisdom.
Go on, inspire me...
Give me one-liners that simply reek of your sage-like prophecy
Give me something that sounds smart and witty increasingly so each time I repeat it.
Run me a powerful monologue abut how painful, or pointless, or empty, or unfulfilling your bleak existence is.
Go on writer, tell me her name. Tell me how you think about her, even though you know you can't have her.
Cry for me, make me relate, make me understand what you're going through with verse, or characters, or allusions.
Come on Writer, entertain me !
Give me imagery, natural, man-made, or otherwise.
Give me anger,sadness, bitterness, tears.
I want to hear those great cognitive gears whirring.
I want to feel the sting of your pen.
I want to see the blaze in your eyes
The passion in your twisted mouth
The concentration in your wrinkled forehead,
The frustration in your pulled hair,
The clenched jaw.
Show me the ink stains on your fingers.
Show me the fire in your mind.
Give me your all.
Make love to me and the English language.
Let the ink flow like your blood.
Let the pen be your new finger.
Surprise me,
Make me laugh,
Hurt me
Crumple me up like another used thought.
Fight man, fight !
Keep stabbing at it.
Poetry by Jack R. Schade
Read 573 times
Written on 2009-10-01 at 03:26
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