Quiet Here

The words of my master

Have been quiet here

Lying still

But lying near

They are never far

Never out of reach

Only a thought

Allows them to teach

Teach you ask

What can they say?

How can a test blog

Talk this way?

It speaks the words

Its master writes

And written words

Bring forth life

And since life is born

within the pen

A test blog's words

Can live like men.

The Words Of My Master

The words of my master

Ring through her ears

The words she hears

rhyme without fear

They rattle and chase

about in her head

They jump and dance

And beg to be said

Speak they say

Say me out loud

Shout if you must

Your words draw a crowd

"Not really", I say

"No one will read...

The words of a test blog

No one will heed.

You must say

Something more wild

You must speak

the words of a child."

Still these words

Won't leave her be

Until her sleep

Helps her to flee.

Can A Test Blog Be Lonely

Can a test blog be lonely

If a test blog can't see?

Can a test blog speak out

If it's imaginary?

Can a test blog hear

If it was never given ears?

Can a test blog feel pain

Can a test blog have fears?

I suppose that it could

If eyes it were given

It could even speak

If words were written

It could even hear

If comments could count

And pain it might feel

If if were real, no doubt.

Here's A Little Rhyme

Here's a little rhyme

Because I'm out of time

And I need to find

Something that rhymes

Today was as full

As a Monday will go

As full as a test blog

likes to go

Tried a few new

Cute little backgrounds

The one I'm wearing now

Is what I found

What do you think

How do you like it?

How does it look?

How does it fit?

I'm A Blog About Nothing

I'm a blog about nothing

Nothing at all

Only an outlet

To rhyme and fall

A place to stumble

Over my words

A place to fumble

And reach to be heard

Test blogs are like that

Ya know...

They're only half done

They're not ready

To show

So you get to see

How it would be

Without the veil

Making me pretty

You get to see

Many dry runs

Which for me

Is what I call fun.

I Was Waiting For You

I must admit what's true

I was waiting for you

Waiting to see if you'd come

When told not to

I am a test blog

Testing out what's true

And it's interesting to see

How a blogger will be

But what is very true

Is that I was never meant to be

I was never meant to speak

I was never meant to see

I was only meant for practice

Practice for reality.

That is why I can say

I don't exist today

I See You've Looked Again

I see you've looked again

wondering about me

wondering why a test blog

would speak so freely

Well, here's the answer now

And I've told you this before

It doesn't matter what I say

These words will never soar.

They'll never reach the sky

Or touch a person's heart

Because a test blog isn't real

It's just a false start.

I was never meant to be

When she created me

But that is why

I can speak so free

I'm not suppose to be

A certain way today

You don't expect the world from me

You don't even have to stay

I'm only in your mind

Something you can't see

I don't exist

I'm imaginary.

Why did you Look?

Why did you look?

What did you hope to see?

Was it just a simple case

of curiosity?

There's really nothing here

As you soon will tell

I'm just a test blog

Just a wishing well

Sometimes you'll see my words

That my owner writes

And other times a new background

That she kind of likes

She likes this place to be

A secluded little place

Where she can try a different dress

Without the mess it makes.

I Told You Not To Look..

I told you not to look,

but I see that's what you've done

I'm just a test blog

Only half done.

I was never meant to be

I was never meant to talk,

You're a lot better off

If you'd go for a walk.

But now that you're here,

What can I say...

I'm only around

For my owner to play.

She plays with words

And works on her wit...

And then when she's done...

that's it.