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Joy, some find it in hobbies.
Some find it in loved ones.
Some find it in others failure.
And some just find it in knowing
they did good.

In the end, It all fits together.
40 Followers!
I wish I could express how much this means to me, I just want to thank you all. When I first joined Hello Poetry, If you told me I would have 40 followers this quickly, I would not have believed a single word.
Yet, here I am, writing a 40 followers special poem. I just want to thank you all for getting me here. And, all always, Don't forget to tell me what you think!
I will be writing a 40 follower special soon hopefully like I did for my 10 follower special.
No inspiration for another entry but my talent itches to create
so I look in various places hoping to get back to my creative space
Whether it’s thru social media or from a line in a song
I listen to the words being spoken as my thought process follows along
A Poet’s Blues? That’s something you may never be able to relate to
Just the need of wanting to write but nothing exactly to inspire you
It’s like facing a roadblock but there’s no detours insight to get around it
you’re just traveling thru it & facing the horrified soundtrack around it
Could you easily find your inspiration when you’ve written over 400+ entries
wanting to keep writing but your drive & motivation feels empty
Not sure if you wanna write about your life, to a song, or just something
to keep your mind running even if the poem’s about nothing
My Poetry Blues, falls in place when I get the desire to write based on what I see
coming from the soundtrack of someone’s life but it relates to me
I just sit there in my living room with my pen falling asleep on the paper
wishing for an idea to come my way thru my mental creator
A Poet’s Blues? Imagine having your mind freeze & you’re just standing there
frozen in time & frustrated with nothing to say as you pull out your hair
When it’s all said & done, you’ll probably never understand the anger or a talent’s snooze
cause at the end of the day, no one really cares about a Poet’s Blues

☆ Poetic Venom ☆
The Flame was lit,
and thus, creativity was born.
Creativity for art, music, dance, and poetry....

And at same time.
Pandora' s box was opened.
It's meant to be a story poem, I'm not the best at story poems. As always, Don't forget to tell me what you think!
Most think,
that death
Is the end...

When really,
It's only
the

beginning.

In the end, It all fits together...
As always, Don't forget to tell me what you think!
Like
                                                            ­                    raindrops,
                                  ­       We                  
                                            ­                                                                 ­ all
  eventually
                                                             fall.
As always, Don't forget to tell me what you think!
Life,
Knife,
The edge of fate.

In the end, It all fits together.
This is the sequel to me poem; "Life", and as always. Don't forget to tell me what you think!
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