It won't work

Fumbling


my fingers loosely grasp what my heart says to firmly grip
running down the green field
the smell of grass
the taste of sweat
the feel of the ball
my hold is lost
my defeat laid out
plummeting to the ground
the sound, thud
my life has been wasted on a forgotten dream
a dream of lies.


That was just a nice little poem i just thought up. oh it is good to have inspiration back again. this is sort of my way of talking to God. I do not mind sharing it with others. Sometimes my poems are born out of love or hate, loss or gain, or even nothing at all. I just love writing it down. I feel like whenever i have written a poem down, I have accomplished something great, something to be cherished. Maybe i am just weird. Do you guys ever have something weird like that? A strange desire to do something, simply for the sake of doing it? Oh, and about the title, i didn't think it would work... this putting inspiration on the spot, but it did. I just gave it a chance to shine and it did. thanks inspiration. if any of you guys have a poem or writing that you would like to put up, do it. I do love to read poems and stuff. anyway, it is getting late and i am getting tired (funny how that works out). Goodnight all.

Random Phrase: Woman: A candlelit dinner would be nice. Man: I don't have any candles, how about a bunsen burner?