Handmade Thoughts

By liquid_emotion

So many writers with nothing to say
The same thoughts written in a differant way

Each new idea that seems so grand
Falls short of ideals and short of hand

Collapsed under weight of previous lines
Written by writers with much greater minds

The best of the best are still frozen in time
Captured through novels and occational rhyme

But what can we say that hasn't been thought
Seeking out words that were allready sought

Stuttering pens attached to a hand
Spurting out lines that couldn't be planned

Simple ideas are lost in the moment
Recaptured at night in bed-tossing torment

A million pens itching to scratch it in stone
A thousand lips parting to let out a groan

Papers are crumpled and strewn on the floor
Two poems are banished and replaced by five more

Thought and ideas that didn't sound right
Keep you up thinking half of the night

Continuous reading through every last line
Numbing the feelings that made it sublime

Few leave a legacy scribbled in gold
Everyone yearning to break through the mold

There are too many people who want to be heard
Everyone screaming to get the last word

Without the great the wisdom that must be imparted
by most of the writers whom life has regarded

So why do we struggle as "artists" through time
Hoping one day we'll perfect a great rhyme

Because we need to do something to get it all out
And explain to ourselves what life is about

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Published on Sunday, March 17, 2002. Filed under: "Poetry"

Comments on "Handmade Thoughts"

A former member wrote: Utterly brilliant
A former member wrote: brilliant.
A former member wrote: your talent is absolutely incredible in this piece,,,
On Friday, August 24, 2007, Reefer_rave (139) wrote:

amazing... i remember reading this a long long time ago and it still strikes me the same.
On Monday, October 30, 2006, beautifulfallenangel (62) wrote:

amazing......and sad to say true............like this one.....ODE to the one with the enternal glow.....
A former member wrote: a mastery of the couplet!! no doubt the meter is there the rhyme and each one brings a complete thought... and the truth we all must toil with... love the last couplet and its eternal echo
A former member wrote: this has been the best poem that i have in quite some time. it is amazing that every damm line in that poem is true. i will definately read some more of your work. i love your inner voice in this one
A former member wrote: wow, I really just love it. It just flows and you can really feel what your saying. It's true too. I especially liked the last verse. I love it. I can't say it enough.
A former member wrote: very well said indeed. the lack of wisdom and constant revisions take the soul away from many potentially great writes. great stuff.
On Friday, March 5, 2004, BoldSolitude (214) wrote:

You captured it perfetly. I fear everything that is worth saying has already been said by bigger and greater men or women
On Wednesday, April 23, 2003, Stranger (263) wrote:

"A million pens itching to scratch it in stone, A thousand lips parting to let out a groan" that is just excellent. No wasted lines or filler; every couplet could stand alone and have meaning.
A former member wrote: I'm with them awesome..
A former member wrote: That was awesome...thats all I can say.
On Tuesday, March 18, 2003, Daughter_Of_The_Moon (106) wrote:

I enjoyed this alot, it is really good :)
A former member wrote: this one captures what every single writer goes through and wants to accomplish...in other words, this one in my opinion is your best work. it explained every single pleasure and pain of the writer and the most important of all -- why a writer write? goo
On Wednesday, February 26, 2003, liquid_emotion (323) wrote:

I like this one too, it's one of the few I had to really work with.... :)
On Thursday, February 20, 2003, Jonas (715) wrote:

whenever i try to write to describe this stuggle it always comes out as nothing but a blathering couple of wank words. i really like how you've described this eternal frustration and further i like how you've explained why our work is not futility.
On Thursday, February 20, 2003, Jonas (715) wrote:

none of us here are destined for greatness, unless that be in the guise of rock-stardom. poetry... has no academic standing. sucks huh?
On Friday, February 21, 2003, liquid_emotion (323) wrote:

I may not be destined... but I'll be damned if I don't find greatness :)
A former member wrote: I like this one. It explains that the artist can write the same thing over and over and have it never be the same. Most people assume all similarities are rip offs and cliches. But many are just thoughts at one single moment in time.
A former member wrote: very well explaind, you prove your self right by writing the same thoughts everyone strogles with. and when I write a poem about this same topic it won't be as good as yours, but that's I write for myself.