3The book of lies.
Author's Notes: Hay hay hey...I'm back. So far I have been so busy with finals, that I haven't had a chance to write any poems lately. Right now this poem is about a writer who becomes disheartened, and quits writing because her heart is no longer in it. I kinda wrote this cause I was having a case of the writers block syndrome...Anyway my mom said that this poem reminded her of a love poem, but I don't think so. Again to me it's a poem about writers block. Anyway review and let me know how you preceived this poem. Laters.
Tis is the end she said
Full of anger and rage
She has opened the book
And torn out another page
A fist full of pages
Balled into tiny little balls
Her book isn't complete
But she's through with it all
Stories that tells many tales
All lies and misconceptions
Her characters were never perfect
What a devious deception
Her false land of fairy tales
It was all just make believe
And now that the story is over
All she can do now is grieve
But she's not the grieving sort
And so she just walks away
She doesn't want to finish her book
Cause she's said all she has to say
Tis is the end she said
Now there is no turning back
The book that she wrote told all lies
Her fairytale had no facts.