8 lines, 5 beats per
My head is pounding.
The paper is blank.
My eyes are hurting.
The cursor just blinks.
I can't get to sleep.
I can't really think.
Can't write anything-
writer's block again.
Ugh. I'm so tired. Still haven't packed...!
I like writing poetry. Not all of it is going to be a historical epic or an ode to something. These are like little glimpses of the subway in my mind; my train of thought isn't always artsy or symbolic or deep or meaningful, but I like to think that art takes ordinary things and makes people see a sort of beauty in them. So, look around- I've been doing this for a while. Enjoy ♥
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