I wish I could end this
Nagging dread, send this
Soul-sucking apathy packing,
Pick up a pen, and piss
Inspired words across the page.
Retched poetry is a sloppy kiss,
Aversion therapy, dying bliss.
There must be something
Inspirational, something good
Out there waiting for me, but
Nothing comes to mind.
3 hours ago
3 comments:
"Write about how you feel and what you experience rather than playing with form." ~ Recoat
*said with a very straight face*
I buy my feelings at Walmart, two for a dollar.
Absolute crap. Please do not pick up a pen again (gee it rhymes).
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