Writing Poem by Weh

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[size=1][color=crimson]This poem is sort of a reflection of what I am like (lots of unfinished things are in my room V_V). I hope you like it.

[u][b]Artist[/b][/u]

Hundereds of words and letters
Lay scrambled on screwed up paper
Words evolved from his mind
Often make next to no sense
Papers are strewn all around
Drawings on them unfinished
Bare bones of pencilled lines
Erased, smudged and shaded
Idle; gathering dust upon his desk
At a glance knows he should finish
The drawings await some life
But he leaves them waiting
He wished he could remember
The forgotten numbers of music
When practiced in reality
Mismatched and ill sounding he rests
Slumber is over and then he awakes
Words, pictures and tunes
Are all left unfini..[/size][/color]

[Mitch]

[color=red] I think Weh should join the ranks of Mooch here and become an offically titled: :[i]"Poet Weh, Where Have All The 'Ehs' Gone?"[/i]

Translation: Keep writing, and you'll get even better. This is pretty good on its own, but I do believe it could've flowed a little better. But other than that critical gripe, pretty good.[/color]

[Bing]

[size=1][color=darkblue]I was just looking through the older threads that were disappearing of the page, and I read this. Im must have missed this previously, because I normally read all your work.
This is really good, very deep. As Mitch said, you will get even better, and I can see those improvements happening already. Keep it up Weh![/color][/size]