What is this about,
What does this mean.
I'm quite unsure,
If it's being seen.
What is the purpose,
Of this quick rhyme?
Is it to prosper,
To live for a long time?
Am I writing,
For likes or love?
Sor some people,
It's both of the above.
I'm writing for love,
For miaows, for reads.
For that surge of joy,
Seeing your work on the feeds.
Your feedback helps littleone understand what's working
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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.
Ok I wanted to write a blog but everytime I start to write one it turns into a poem. Just can't help myself.
My inspiration gets to me at night. I want to write but that does not feel right. I am trying to put a word or two. Just to make you read this and make me something to do.
You sit and you think What opuss to write You ponder all day You stay up all night Thinking of things You're writing them down Reading them through You're wearing a frown It doesn't look right You...
To celebrate a milestone. Seems quite the thing to do. And why not, it's rather special. To have penned a hundred or two. But then there is the difficult choice. What to write to make your mark.
I need a new subject to write about. Life love and fun I've totally worn out. Done a bit of erotic and a little bit of deep. And into my head you've all had a peep.
I think I'm running out of words to say. I think about it every day. A poem or a story. Whatever I'll do it later don't worry. So later I turn on my Ipod and open this app.
I'm popping off for a little while To have a rest and revive my style, My little head is really bare Like Hubbard's cupboard there's nothing there.
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