A few poems by Luca Budofsky
Lately I've been paying more attention to lyrics in the music I listen to. Listening to how the writers weave their words together has really encouraged me to want to get better at writing myself, and so I've been trying to write more often. Here's some little poems I've written recently. Frustration The sky is electric blue from a dimmed shelter of nighttime quarters from one foot I rock to the other in a cautioned tiptoe circles around a weathered carpet maddened joy of cursed motivation in the witching hour of a burnt out mind Deadline Stress fills my head As the minutes inch by Blank paper white And a head stuck in time They say creative can't be rushed And I know what they mean But when creative's all you got It might be forced to succeed A pen dangles in my hand Like an old man's cigar As the sky twists to night And I ponder who they are Black ink fills a page 1000 inches tall I'll say everything at one And I'll say...