Random collection of poems, about writing, and poetry, and my asthma, and anything else. :DD


I am not very good at it,

I just move my pencil on the page,

I do the best I can,

I do have moments,

Where I suppose my poems are rather good,

But most of the time,

I must confess,

They suck.

My friend Anna is really good,

And I don't know how she does it,

Only that she has a natural talent for it,

All I know is that,

Although I write quite a few on occasion,

My poems are severely lacking,

What they are lacking,

I do not know,

Or I would try to put it in them.