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By ClarinetPower, Macomb, MI

Words pop into my head
Then are gone, as fast as they came
I just don't understand
They should be flowing from me
Just like a river
Instead, I am hunting, chasing
Grasping for that one bit of inspiration
I want my words to come alive
To jump, to reach
But they will never be good enough
So, I crumple them and throw them away
I realize, then, that they are perfect

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1 comment(s)
Oh my goodness!!! This is perfect as it is and you did a FANTASTIC job at really capturing writer's block and inspiration!!! Amazing job :)
Jan. 23, 2013 at 7:46 PM • Report