Thu, 07/03/2014 - 13:12 -- hcollis


Fluency is not as easy as it seems,

Rolling off the tongue gently and slowly,

Spilling out of the mouth.

Spewing out of the closed chops,

onto a blank page.


Blanknes tends to tire the restless mind

Exposure to inspiration is nonexistent.

Writers Block.

Bogged down by uncerainity

and the channeling of other's ignorance

into feelings.


Passion flows away from the tip of the pen,

Blue blood is drained from the hand that writes.

The edges of the paper will never limit

the creatiity that streams straight from the dome

of Imagination.


Words fly farther than lines could ever reach.

Words should never be doubted.

The impact is too divine.



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