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Scraps of poetry in my pocket My mind taking off like a rocket Inspiration strikes like lightening Thinking so fast, it’s frightening My pencil cannot move fast enough Maintaining the flow is tough When the words flow I know My hair stands on end I comprehend I realize I initialize I put into action My every reaction I filter raw emotion Put it into motion Swirling on the page Hopes dreams anger and rage All flowing from the pencil tip I try and get a grip But the river runs dry But more rain will fall from the sky Eventually, I shall become Poseidon
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Jan 10, 2012
Jan 10, 2012 at 12:08 PM UTC
Inspiration
Scraps of poetry in my pocket My mind taking off like a rocket Inspiration strikes like lightening Thinking so fast, it’s frightening My pencil cannot move fast enough Maintaining the flow is tough When the words flow I know My hair stands on end I comprehend I realize I initialize I put into action My every reaction I filter raw emotion Put it into motion Swirling on the page Hopes dreams anger and rage All flowing from the pencil tip I try and get a grip But the river runs dry But more rain will fall from the sky Eventually, I shall become Poseidon
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30/M/American
Jan 10, 2012
Jan 10, 2012 at 12:08 PM UTC
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