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A drainpipe, a drain, and an old sock. 3 things that may not mean a lot to you. To me they do. When the latter is connected to the former. Nothing gets through. My dads idea. What a man.
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Feb 16, 2025
Feb 16, 2025 at 12:21 PM UTC
A drainpipe, a drain and an old sock.
How many poems have I writ? And how easy has the process been? To think and to conjure from my brain Unto the printed page, Ideas and concepts flowing in a seamless joyous Tide of vocabulary and Profusion Until a while ago. When everything. Just. Stopped. So what is it? What is this ******* thing That circumvents my joy And my creativity? Where is it skulking? Coward! Come forth, Be fought! But it would not Did not And I did not write, My pen was silent But not my creativity, Until I met some strangers Who became immediate Fast friends and true, I opened up And ideas flew, Turns out The block was that no one actually Asked me to write, No one and especially not me! Well these new friends did, And the blockage, In that instant, Died And went And so this verse, Poor though it be, And first in quite a while, Has indeed Snuck out Under The wire
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Oct 27, 2021
Oct 27, 2021 at 5:07 AM UTC
Under the Wire
Unconstrained, Free flowing stream. Glitters and glimmers with sunbeam. With obstruction, blockage and dam; How long its itinerary can they jam. It cannot be subdued for much long. With time it will become very strong. One day all barriers it will surely blow. Then the world will see its mighty flow.
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Jan 2, 2016
Jan 2, 2016 at 9:49 AM UTC
Free flowing stream
It’s traumatic not knowing what to type It’s that edgy feeling till your thoughts ripe Its difficult to sleep in peace I place a variety of words on a leash I sit with a cup of coffee With my laptop glaring at me My mind is weakened My soul is vacant My cursor is blinking impatiently And I am deleting each line repeatedly My hearts not burning with sorrow My heart is happy but hollow I don’t feel anything extreme I don’t feel generous or mean My mind is at peace My thoughts are at ease And until an artist can’t feel Their thoughts are concealed So I need to dig in deep And let this moderate feeling seep. -Zainab Attari
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Apr 20, 2014
Apr 20, 2014 at 2:14 PM UTC
Dilemma