This thought of mine must be written! Yet Silence, in its golden gait, Draws a line and writes within it, "poems less than great Are now forbidden"
Anger and Fear raced above My battalion of emotions and met Silence in curious revolt; If not Juliet, Who is worthy of Romeo's love?
Irrationality ends in violence! For what it's worth, Probably not much, I must here write these words; I truly do not care for greatness.
I simply wish to write. To sometimes pull seven rabbits From a single hat. Beyond the hits It is mostly because I forget, I write.
i find it ridiculous that I feel ridiculous when I pick up my ridiculous pen to write ridiculous lines. Thus I brainstormed to find answers *Author's Note; I like the answer I found