Unwritten
Twice in the last twelve hours, I have heard this song. I think someone is trying to tell me something, like “Write, damn you!”
“Unwritten” (Natasha Bedingfield, BMG Music Entertainment (UK) Ltd)
I am unwritten, can’t read my mind, I’m undefined
I’m just beginning, the pen’s in my hand, ending unplanned
Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find
Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten
Oh, oh, oh
I break tradition, sometimes my tries, are outside the lines
We’ve been conditioned to not make mistakes, but I can’t live that way
Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find
Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten
Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find
Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten
The rest is still unwritten
The rest is still unwritten
Oh, yeah, yeah
It’s The “Dad Life”
A friend sent me this video, and it rocks! Das jus’ how I roll…
The Read Write Poem NaPoWriMo Anthology has been published!
Awesome news! The Read Write Poem NaPoWriMo Anthology is live on issuu.com. Please check it out!
You can also find out more information at
http://readwritepoem.org
Rhyme on!
A Day In September…(a flash poem of remembrance)
9-11
And still we weep,
We, who are all that’s left,
The mourners and the loved-ones,
Grieving and wondering,
Why?
What “cause” so “holy”,
Could justify that madness?
Wipe away lives of those,
We cared for…
It does not exist.
Not even in memory,
Which is all we have left of them.
Requiescat in Pace
Someone Is Special – Thanks, LovelyAnnie79
Here is a wonderful award I received from LovelyAnnie79:
She said it was For The Special Undead: Tim
Thanks, LovelyAnnie79!
Rhyme on!
(Thus spake the Undead)
Some poetry fun for today…
Please check out the happenings over at the Undead Poets Society (
http://undeadpoets.com
). They are having a fun Zombie-related poetry challenge today.
