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Nylee May 28
All the five hundred drafts and counting
I am so bad at finishing
Each line lyric rhyme
Hoping for a masterpiece
Or a mirror to my mind
Nothing is certain till it ends
And it twists all the thought.


A surprise for few lines
An emotion to hide
Many people to confide
Some memories to write
A few to ignite
Each word to choose
and another to bind.


Inert satisfaction
a final completion
First to last transition
Inking blues
And curves in precision
An unknown outcome
Likesome to troublesome
to be posted on a wall
.
Anya Oct 2018
At a certain
point in our lives
There's no more
"free time"
The closest thing
would be
periods
of
inactivity
procrastination
Or only long term deadlines
remaining
We may
have "breaks"
But even if it takes a
stop
...
We're still on the train
of life
Chugging away
Phi Kenzie Sep 2018
I mean I started it
and the end is in sight
it just seems like such waste of time
all for a period
to start anew
SQUID Aug 2017
Sometimes I don't finish
Some things I begin
Somehow, sometimes,
Something ATE it!

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