That sudden momet
When you find the key
To your writers block
And poem after poem
Floods in like a wave
To your mind
Begging you to write
To share every
Thought with the
Strangers of the Internet
As your fingers itch
Trying to write
Faster and faster
No matter how tired
Or how late
You keps writing
Because you need
To get every idea
On that plain white page
Before the cursed writers block
Seeps back into your brain.
I'm having one of those
Moments now.
Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 1:41 AM UTC
That sudden momet
When you find the key
To your writers block
And poem after poem
Floods in like a wave
To your mind
Begging you to write
To share every
Thought with the
Strangers of the Internet
As your fingers itch
Trying to write
Faster and faster
No matter how tired
Or how late
You keps writing
Because you need
To get every idea
On that plain white page
Before the cursed writers block
Seeps back into your brain.
I'm having one of those
Moments now.
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