Inspiration, a
Small word, but it can be so
Very hard to find.
It shies away, when
You feel you need it most, but
It doesn't arrive
Instead, it jumps out
At you when you least expect
It, striking you dumb,
And searching for the
Right words to do it justice
Before the spark dies.
Inspiration, a
Small word, hard to search for, but
Blissful when it's found.
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Ok, time to update this... 17 now, and still writing an (as yet unnamed) fantasy book - and have recently discovered a knack for writing haikus. Doing sciency stuff at college, and will possibly join the writers union some time in the future... Motto? The proof of the pudding is in the eating... Or something like that... Gosh this is a long bio... I'd better stop now...
Inspiration. Strikes. In the dead of the. Night,. Ungodly hours,. Or whilst I'm in. The shower,. My brain confused,. With lyrical. Abuse,. A to Z of verse. Put it together. Make words converse,.
To the poet words are more akin to blood, For without them he cannot become the man he should.
I was never good at much With my words People I could touch It is my only gift My words can be Happy and emotive My mind and hand Are as one Towards the world of words I ran Opuss was the...
My love for Opuss is waning And yet I don't know why I still love words and books, stories Yet there's an emptiness inside And so I find myself detaching from The rope from Opuss to me As it grows...
The past, is the past. Nothing stays the same. Only so long things can last. And then will come the change. People come and go, Many different names.
Wrote a poem It was brand new Wrote a poem Just for you Filled with everything that's happened Between me and you All the things you've said And all the things you do I wrote this poem I wrote it...
Gone are the days. The mystical ways my mind would play. The inspiration I would find from a topic on my mind. The kind way my brain would relay a message. The relationship of a related heritage.
My poems are just doodlewords, They don't take long to write. I observe the world around me, By ear, by nose or sight. By then my brain has started, To note a line or two.
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