i'm really just rambling...

i think i started five poems just now trying to find the right words some days they flow with ease some days they sound strained the backspace button shows the most wear on my keyboard; i wish there was a backspace for life... i stared at the screen too long and it went black tired of waiting for me to think of some clever combination of words; i never set a screensaver there's something weird about those. i read a poem the other day by a poet telling us what it takes to be a poet but i think anyone can be whatever they want; who are we to judge when we are always writing about those who judge us? our species is endangered in this age of mindlessness we are the catalyst for creativity the embers of the fire started by the great minds of ancient times... will we let it die completely or will we succeed at rekindling its greatness?

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