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Mar 30
poem 2 comments
nean_bean

Half-Finished

How many half-finished pieces
I've written.
My pencil slipping across the paper,
my fingers staining the blue lines.
Words echoing into oblivion,
thoughts tumbling away.

How many half-finished pieces
I've written.
Forgetting what I've said,
remembering what I was trying to say.
Looking at other's bits and trying to see
where their's line up with mine--even a little.

How many half-finished pieces
I've written.
Later awake than I should be,
rubbing at my eyes, blinking away the light.
Watching a cursor move as squiggles
take shape.

How many half-finished pieces
I've written.
Enough to fill another
with maybe an ounce of meaning.
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Posted: 03.30.18
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  1. Icestorm
    Mar 31, 2018

    This piece would only truly make sense to a community of writers ;). It is totally relatable (comparing your writing to others, staying up to late, forgetting ideas) and well written with both simplicity and meaning. I like the repetitiveness of your first few lines; it makes the poem flow nicely. Well done.

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  1. nean_bean
    Apr 01, 2018

    Thank you so much! You are so right about the making sense part--everyone else thinks, one or two unfinished..we know it's closer to 100 :)!

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