My Thoughts

I sit here wishing to write the feelings caught in my head,
Thinking of the things I've seen and the things that have been said.
I want to write so eloquently and amaze the world with words.
Beautiful explaination, to fly their imagination with the birds.
Instead, I feel inadequate, the words stuck like in stone.
I share these creative explainations with myself alone.
I can't explain the reasoning, why my fingers come up dry,
Perhaps stress holds the words, that I just can't untie.
It really is a said state, that I wish I was not in,
It really causes my patience to run a little thin.
I spend my time writing things to loosen up my thoughts,
Hoping it will help unlock and help rub out the stressful spots.
I wish I had a taperecorder connected to my mind,
To catch the thoughts I cannot write so thier easier to find.
I may not be a genious, the greatest writer that you see,
But I feel there's value in the thoughts deep inside of me.
written by SweetPoet