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It's OK not to be inspired.
You can look at a sunset
Without seeing the colours as smudges of chalk
On the divine, stretched-out canvas of sky.
And you don't have to write everything down,
Because not everything has to be permanent.
Some things only last for as long as you remember them,
And it doesn't make them any less special
Just because they weren't written down or spoken life into.
Existing is art, and creating something
That no-one ever gets to hear is still art.
You're a poet even when you're not rushing to your notebook
Before the words fall through your fingers, slippery with desperation,
Motivation, inspiration for the next poem.
So slow down, because if you forget your masterpiece
Because you were enjoying a careless moment of misplaced inspiration,
Who cares? Even if no-one saw it, you know you created an awesome poem.
Yes, I did write a poem about how people don't have to always write poems.
A little nod to Carl Sandburg

Blast through oh moon of summer!

Double Dutch with the cow who jump over you
The Dish Network Lies About Having 200 HD Channels
while driving us crazy with their summer repeats

However, shine bright on the young ones who hopscotch
Their way on the city pavement way passed they curfew:
While the old folks listen to their foul language and laughter from their bedroom windows

Shine bright on the young lovers walking hand in hand on the sandy beaches
Shine bright on the missing piece of jewelry they drop in the wet sand.
But allowed them to find it before their honey moon is over
It’s was wedding gift from the groom.

Shine on old tired moon of summer,
The elders was in bed before the sun went down,
The ****** slowly patrol the boardwalk with ice-cream in their hand
Waiting to be picked up like on garbage day

Shine on us old tired moon of summer tonight
The free outdoor concerts could bring together the weirdest crowd:
Shine on old tired moon of summer,
Prove us wrong; prove us right, because you still have that magical touch
Your love always shines through for lovers like me….
Sometimes I like to imagine what it'd be like if we had met when we were 6.
I imagine us both meeting at the playground;
Playing tag,
Climbing things,
Catching bugs.
A world of wonder for two young souls where anything is possible.
I imagine a great dragon breaking free from beneath the ground and swirling in the air,
I imagine a forest fairy who reveals herself only to those who have the capacity to believe and keep her existence a secret.
I imagine asking you,
"Wait, so are we friends?"
The way I would after playing with someone new for the first time,
and I imagine you nodding your head the way children do and saying, "Yes."
An excerpt from a poem in my sketchbook/journal
I refuse to give negativity
and hate any more of my time
Once given the power
it can take over your life and your mind
I start my day with thanks
and end my day with gratitude
My days are a struggle no more
because I changed my attitude
The world is scary right now
that is one thing we can all admit
So I focus on me and my little bit
and simply change the way I see it
Change the way you look at things, and the things you look at change.
Dr. Wayne W. Dyer
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