I scratch and scrape
And pull words together
To make a state-
No, there has to be a better…
Breathing in
And beginning again
From the start
To create “good” art.
But subjectivity!
Who determines the value?
Of my feverous venue
Aka attempt at creativity.
Maybe I could write of
Unrequited love,
Morals or Serendipity.
But today they don’t inspire me.
So instead…
I’ll sketch a portrait
Of thoughts in my head
Of what comes from my forebrain.
Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 7:20 PM UTC
I scratch and scrape
And pull words together
To make a state-
No, there has to be a better…
Breathing in
And beginning again
From the start
To create “good” art.
But subjectivity!
Who determines the value?
Of my feverous venue
Aka attempt at creativity.
Maybe I could write of
Unrequited love,
Morals or Serendipity.
But today they don’t inspire me.
So instead…
I’ll sketch a portrait
Of thoughts in my head
Of what comes from my forebrain.
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