Out of Boredom - Questions

It's quarter pass five in the afternoon and I'm here in front of my dad's laptop. My brother's using the computer so I have nothing to do until dinner.

A Writer's Pen for my Professor in College Algebra

One morning on the third day of November last year, I saw a blog post by a professor of mine. On that blog, he told how much he missed his pen and longed to write once again. I got inspired by the words he used and without actually realising what I was doing next, I took my pen and a scratch, then immediately began to write. It took me less than an hour to get the poem done as if the words were just there, only that a trigger's missing to write them on that paper I'd used. That day was indeed amazing.

My Treasured Writings

I've been writing poems since I was a child however, I stopped when I was in my early teens. It was only last year when I went to a bookstore, saw a steno and thought of writing something lyrical (I also have to thank my "magical" pen for giving me ideas). And so I bought that steno and until now, it has a lot of memories and feelings both of mine and of others. I looked for a poetry site in the internet where I could post my works and luckily, I encountered Poet Sanctuary. I'm still a member and from time to time, I log-in to get some fresh new ideas.

To Grasp Is For An Observer

She listens but it's not enough;
she sees but not so far;
she knows but not everything.