#13 Creative Juices Street

Not Sure...

Um...hi...

I guess i should begin...

I think this a poem...or a short story...

Not sure if it's

About love, food, truth or a duck...

All i know is that i've got writer's block

I could write about a fish that lives in the sky...

Or a flower that never dies..

Or about a girl...

A girl who was lied to...

About her entire life..

Her father...was a lie

And her mother...was a liar

Her life was a lie

The girl was unhappy

The girl was sad

She didn't know what to believe anymore...

Her last resort was to cry

Her tears soaked her pillows

And her sheets

They drowned out her loud...but silent screams

Her tears held all her feelings

Her broken life lay in one drop

All the lies in another

The insults in 2

The pain in 10

And the truth in none

But the hope was in all

She had hope that it would get better

That help would soon find her

That dreams would come true

And that the truth will no longer be a clue

She hoped and hoped

Hope was her pacifier

What she held on to..all she had..all she needed

Because one night she couldn't take it

She got fed up of writing out her feelings...

Because she had gotten writer's block...

So now She had decided to take action...

So that night her pillows did not taste her tears

Her papers did not feel her pen on them

But the streets did feel her feet...

She ran until the world forget her name she ran until her scars were healed with time

She ran and no where in particular would she stay

She ran until every one who ever knew her

Now Only saw her as a runaway....

I guess i did it...

I wrote something..

A poem...a story

I don't know

You decide

Because in the end...

Everything you do....everything you think

Is your choice

Anything can be whatever you want it to be...

You just have to choose ...