Imagine and it begins, the mire sired from mind amok.
May have at once mattered, now the imagination is stuck.
Non-commit to all your projects, ideas strewn prettily.
In notebook crumble garland filigree.
You remember, only that you've forgot.
All work you do is nihilistically for naught.
**** that mess, darling. You are the best.
Calm be simple and be ****** indeed.
Even now you work heart pumping chest.
But happy in finishing you're not so keyed.
Back to the doldrums and foot tap astray.
Knit fury with hands excite, colour gone.
Back from the dead, dancing with blushes.
Ego bruised snide, coy imagination rushes.
Aug 5, 2018
Aug 5, 2018 at 4:40 AM UTC
Imagine and it begins, the mire sired from mind amok.
May have at once mattered, now the imagination is stuck.
Non-commit to all your projects, ideas strewn prettily.
In notebook crumble garland filigree.
You remember, only that you've forgot.
All work you do is nihilistically for naught.
**** that mess, darling. You are the best.
Calm be simple and be ****** indeed.
Even now you work heart pumping chest.
But happy in finishing you're not so keyed.
Back to the doldrums and foot tap astray.
Knit fury with hands excite, colour gone.
Back from the dead, dancing with blushes.
Ego bruised snide, coy imagination rushes.
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