Poetry: A Blank Page

I wrote a poem, let me know what you think:

A blank page stares back at me
The words not there for me to see
The voices are loud in my mind
But refuse to be refined

A blank page stares back at me
The characters wanting to be free
They play around in my brain
But refuse to be restrained

A blank page stares back at me
Until finally a word will be
The voices want to be heard
Until the characters sing like a bird

Poem: The elevator

The car goes up
The car goes down
We ride for sup
We ride in town
Push the numbers
Watch it go
Some riders are hummers
Others just say make it so
A thrilling ride
Or a sedate coast
Elevators are the pride
Of buildings from coast to coast!