some poems

Someone is in the wall,
his own prison,
his mind is spinning around,
he is waiting for a call,
to be free once more,
he does not see there are no bars,
he can stand up and go.....

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Time zones........

The Sun might come up for you,
but I see it sinking
beneath the horizon
It need some thinking,
that day and night are turning around,
if you are on the other side.

I want to kill that story

I was sitting peacefully when suddenly a story wanted to be told, it wanted to be written down.
It stayed knocking in my mind, and I got annoyed.

I tried to watch television, it did not work out.

I tried to read another story, but it told me that story was boring compared with its story.

I tried to ignore, but it keep telling me parts of the story, so I got curious.

So I put the computer on, and .......


nothing.

It wanted to be written down on paper.
I told it was so old-fashioned, but it keep telling me paper was so much better.

So, I looked for a pencil, and the pen did not write, the ink was up.

After some minutes i found a pencil, at last.

And I sat down.
And I wrote this;
( go up to the first line and start again)