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I don't know where it comes from, this think called writers block. It's not like I'm being rushed, or held against the clock. A word is a word is a word. That's what I was taught. A poem starts with a single word, and help from a little thought. They make it sound so easy, Put together rhythm and sound. But when i have no topic, my thoughts just float around! Around, around, around they float but never in an order. A dollar for my thoughts you think? Or maybe just a quarter? A quarter could be all their worth, for nothings in my head. maybe I'm thinking far too fast? maybe its all in my head.
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May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 11:47 AM UTC
Writers Block.
I don't know where it comes from, this think called writers block. It's not like I'm being rushed, or held against the clock. A word is a word is a word. That's what I was taught. A poem starts with a single word, and help from a little thought. They make it sound so easy, Put together rhythm and sound. But when i have no topic, my thoughts just float around! Around, around, around they float but never in an order. A dollar for my thoughts you think? Or maybe just a quarter? A quarter could be all their worth, for nothings in my head. maybe I'm thinking far too fast? maybe its all in my head.
with writers block, sometimes the first word that comes to your head is your best fuel for a new piece. and in this case, the first word was writers block.
#block#notsad#peoetry#mybrain
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May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 11:47 AM UTC
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