So my last poem
told you of my
experience with writer's block,
the experience I am having right now.
But oh wait, it is deeper than that.
The feeling I feel, the feeling inside my mind
that infectious thing, unable to be caught and
attacked, brought out of my mind, no,
things like that cannot happen unless
I somehow learn to make it so.
A/N
P.S. I forgot what this poem was about, so I just kept the draft I started. I wanted to give you guys a taste of what kind of random shiz I write down, you know, behind-the-scenes type stuff.
P.P.S. Jk I am just lazy af and really cannot remember what this poem was supposed to be about. I mean, I just don't know how I wanted it to continue or whatever, you feel me?
Dang it, I am even experiencing writer's block trying to make a poem about writer's block!
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Body {Prose Vol. 1}✔
Poetry❝A struggle with body image is a study of physicalities and of the mind itself, for the mind plays with what the eyes perceive. The body, mind, and soul are connected, and it is up to us to determine how to respect them.❞ - Me These writings are my...
