You were supposed to write something.
But you couldn’t fathom why your mind is overflowing
With too much lists and codes, too much worries—it’s disgusting.
So you end up staring at your laptop,
fingertips ready to dance with the keypad,
eyes glued to the screen, chair’s heating up for real.
You’ve been planning to write something,
but no swift thought can satisfy your brain’s craving—for something original, something unclichéd that could mean a thing.
Then you turn to a book you were reading, hoping for the light bulb to say, ting!
Unfortunately there’s still nothing.
Is this a mere writer’s block or but pure folly?
Nonetheless, you really want to write something,
so you thrust your whole being to ponder thoroughly, to dig for ideas tremendously
But your disoriented mind is not helping.
It’s when your heart start pounding, that you realize what’s missing.
You forgot to listen to your heart, as your mind overrule you with boring facts and schemes.
It was saying something.
What did it say?
Your heart says it’s in pain.
You then grabbed this time your pen and paper,
jotting down each word your heart dictates.
You didn’t mind if it’s basic and plain, if it lacks pompous adjectives or peculiar adverbs
All you care is what your heart is telling you to create.
You didn’t mind how the readers would react.
It’s merely for the purpose of bursting them feelings out.
You then finish the piece out of sheer signals from the heart.
Making you discern it’s not hard after all, it only takes a heart that speaks to make a such masterpiece.
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