Beautiful sheets of paper just waiting to be kissed.

The problem is that there's nothing in the air.

I beg you, Lord of Poetry that I can have the power to write at least one paragraph.

I dont want you to weep majestic sheets of paper but all I can do is just admire you.

I gaze at the sheet of lined paper just thinking of something that might actually make sence.

The sheet of paper just stares at me in agony for it is fulfilled to be written on.

I finally think of something decent but the sheet of paper begs me for a different platter.

Thats when I have an ingenius idea - I ask my mother to help me for she is a famous poet - she has poems from Japan to Australia to Italy.

I end up with this magnificent poem with imagery, personification and even onomatopeia.

and for some unusual reason I can write over a billion poems in just a day, so I guess im a true poet.

by Cristiano Murphy