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![]() Status: Veteran Join Date: Jul 2006 Location: Eugene, Oregon
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Credits: 189 Spent time on board: 3 Days and 4:42:33 Hours Rep Power: 3 ![]() | Lets see how this poem goes ![]() Creativity I can feel this falling away. No matter what I do. It seems to not stay. Just to wither away. It's my Creativity It all used to be in the simplicity What now seems like impossibility Perhaps there just no more spontaneity I don't know anymore. Sometimes it feels like my mind just shut the door. Just flew away on the wings of a condor. To be no more. How do people stop this. There has to be a way. I know it exists. Or is it simply a myth. These are the things that plague my mind. Weather or not I'll create another time. Of if I'll just let it weather and die. All this seems to weigh on a dime. Well, I'll let you know. If my creativity ceases to be so. Let me know what you all think .Last edited by Frai7ty; 07-03-2008 at 10:12 AM.. |
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