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I'd like to write a poem A poem that rhymes ok But when I try, I fail my task And miserably say 'Why can't I write a poem the one that's meant to rhyme.
The unthinkable has occurred, Ive woke up not wanting to post a word. It's not writer's block, I've plenty to say, I just cant be bothered to write today.
#acrostic S o if activity's the key, can someone please tell me, when someone is prolific, how they drop.
I think I've lost some inspiration, I guess I'm all leaked out. I'm a dried up river, no water to be found, A hoarse, raspy shout. I'm in tough days right now, I don't need anymore, Problems.
You may think I'm new, But that is not true, I've been here for 10 long months, Just for a while I've been stumped, What to write, how to write, To be quite blunt, This may be shite, But I've...
You may think I'm new, But that is not true, I've been here for 10 long months, Just for a while I've been stumped, What to write, how to write, To be quite blunt, This may be shite, But I've...
I have not a word to write The paper's never seemed so white My pen is weeping opaque tears I'm overwhelmed with creeping fears It appears my words have abandoned me In a tacit, calm, cacophony...
#sundayrepost An eye for an eye No, it sounds too vulgar This is not the way I choose To ensnare an abundance of Opussian followers Maybe if I tell them I'm a multimillionaire Haha would work...
White paper note blank. Like a long white coat No ideas.
I gaze upon my blank canvass. Then I stare at the words above. Im amazed at the words that appear. When my thumbs are free and un cuffed. I often think they have little meaning.
I can't think of a title, how does one come up with that. Sum it up in just about 2 words and a tip-o-the-hat. My poems are complex, you see.
Two Fast Cars. Are. Speeding towards me,. One is red, angry, named. Work, the other is multi-coloured,. Fast in a cool way, it's. Called Art. Work is hard, v12 cylinder. Tough steel chassis,.
So, I'm considering writing a story. I tried writing them when I was about 12/13 and my writing has developed a little since then... But I stopped writing them.
My pen has run out of ink, My pencil has broken lead, The hole for words in my head has closed up, And my whole creative side is dead.
I challenge , # 2 to a write off , !!yes that just happened , !.
I've got paper piles everywhere, Notebooks and diaries too, Disorganisation is not in my name, But this stacks so high I can't see through, Paper with poems, Diaries with dates, Notebooks with...
Ok, I just don't know what to write about anymore... All poems seem to be depressing and I'm pretty sure everyone is getting annoyed with them because I am. My work is just so stupid these days.
The Opuss Effect is setting on in; Once again I find within My internal narrative is nattering in verse, I thought 'It ain't that bad, it could be worse.' Yet the rhyming and timing grew frantic and...
Yeah. I've pretty much left opuss. When I first got this app I thought it would be great, sharing stories with others. But no. The stories, which are mainly pretty good, get next to no likes at all.
#fillintheblank There once was a man named Jack. Jack really loved to hack. One not so average day, however, Jack had a nasty run in with an app. This experience forever changed Jack's life.
Bittersweet symphony A sonata of the heart Sit at the piano And try to make a start The composition started But one that's never complete Just that one thing missing Something missing on the...
Think I'm losing it so I won't bother with a title ill just leave it blank probably like you expression after reading this :). ---------------------------------. Day five of my book.
My, my, my. What a day,. Henzy Frenzy. My, my, my. What a week. Henzy Frenzy. Tomorrow is Thursday. Thursday for me. Busy, busy, buzz, buzz. A-Buzzing like a busy-bee. Trying to find his honey juice.
I guess I'm the only one. Who stays up all night. Just to write. Words on paper. That appeal to you. Guess I'm speaking to no one. Or maybe my words have fallen on deaf ears. Or nobody wants to hear.