OK so... I wrote this a while back and I haven't really looked at it since. Just recently I caught the dreaded writers block and what I like to do when that happens to me is kind of re-read writings I've done in the past. I was reading some poetry I'd done and thought since I haven't really posted anything on here except an introduction it might be nice to actually put something out there for other people to read other than me. Constructive criticism would be appreciated but is not mandatory. Thanks in advance!
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Author's Lament

My fingertips turned white against the mouse.
Whose cursor winked in
And out of existence.
Hovering over a blank page.

On the tip of my tongue
Like liquid diamond gushing
Between firmly clenched fingers.
Like tightrope walking between slipping out of reach
Or falling into eager and open arms.
Like a faded, almost nonexistent,
Blip on the spectrum of endless possibility.
It was like a heart stopping pause between then and then.

When I created my first real character.
Tabbitha Suo.
It was like crafting a soul out of carefully chosen words.
Like an imaginary friend who had taken shape,
Oh the horror of envisioning a friend
Whom I could never call back from her life
Far away in another world.

An awareness of muddled sentiments festering,
Like sweet,
Golden,
Melancholic syrup
Oozing across puckered scars.

Just like that, in that breathless second
Everything I’d ever need or want to know
Came rushing right at me like a torrent of water.


Soft feathery black hair,
Emerald green eyes,
Stylishly frayed jeans,
Thirteen piercings,
Confident and,
Remorseful and,
Wry smiles.
Alone in the world
Except for a younger sister
And her beloved guitar named Jackson.


Quickly now, Like this, write it down,
Before you forget.
Pin Tabitha’s wondering soul down to the page.
Use the words
So even if you may never meet
You will never forget.