Poems

I pick up the pen I don't know where to start My hand shakes above the paper Leaving small ink marks How do people do this so effortlessly Writing with elegance Their handwriting is so neat Their words so eloquent It takes me so long To write a simple poem To think of rhymes While some people just know 'em My handwriting is shakey My words inarticulate My mind racing Having too much stimulant I have an idea for a poem It comes to me then I'll grab a peice of paper And start it with, "I pick up the pen."