We all do it. Don't lie. The following is a poem I wrote while I was procrastinating from doing my poetry homework. Yes, that is exactly how much I didn't want to do it.
scribbles, scratches, lines, and doodles
gray on white and black on gray
restrained madness. strange, unusual
water in a pot
bubbles, steam. surface chaotic
ferocity contained
the perfect storm. hypnotic
notes from a piano
out of order, out of key
twinkling follows pounding
bum bum bum then treedle tee
homework for tomorrow
doodles fill the open pages
cooked a meal and wrote a song
unformed thoughts in final stages
From my empty head to your,
- Sad Blogger
