Buh bye PoetryI can't do it anymore. I just can't. It seems like I'm out of juice to pick up a pen and write rhyming phrases. Every time I start, I seem to write something I already wrote. I suppose 140 poems later (I didn't post all of them), it could happen.
It could also mean that I'm actually happy at the moment (gag, right?). I seem to write only when I'm pissed, sexually frustrated or sad (so sue me). This is more or less a fucked up version of poetry writer's block. Why poetry? It seems like prose, on the other hand, does flow freely from these calloused fingers.
Not only that but I'm seriously fed up with my rhyming scheme. If my continuous abcb use isn't grade-school ish, I don't know what else is. So, my question is... any suggestions? Not only about finding myself a new enticing, sexy muse (can be inanimate) and new ways of writing'. And don't suggest haikus, I suck at those.
Love,
NemPhi
Artistic
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Think of me like this
A social bird,
With a beak for Murder.
I'm from Curacao too, But you live in Holland now, right?
Anyway take care.
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-If I lay here..if I just lay here...would you lie with me, and just forget the world-
Please join us.
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aznZephyr (n.) - A person of Asian descent with much western influence.
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“To live is to hurt others, and through others, to hurt oneself. Cruel earth! How can we manage not to touch anything? To find what ultimate exile?”
-Camus
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all the twisted little games you play just to have some fun, in the end cant take it back it's already done.
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Think of me like this
A social bird,
With a beak for Murder.
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