this is what happens to me when I am having trouble coming up with things to write about...... I get all crazy and turn out stuff like this...
So blocked you are again a fool,
personifying down.
A graduate of nothing school;
a makeup without clown.
So write what down inside you lives,
though hard it is to do.
Write verses your behind you gives,
a little past of you.
If share you do your broken dreams,
a healing you will know.
Much better pain not hidden seems,
be not afraid to show.
Release emotions from your head,
like pistons from a steam.
Escape they will if held instead,
like poets from a scream.
Write backwards if it calms the rage,
face gallantry with fears.
The watermarks upon this page,
they be the poet's tears.
So blocked you are again a fool,
personifying down.
A graduate of nothing school;
a makeup without clown.
So write what down inside you lives,
though hard it is to do.
Write verses your behind you gives,
a little past of you.
If share you do your broken dreams,
a healing you will know.
Much better pain not hidden seems,
be not afraid to show.
Release emotions from your head,
like pistons from a steam.
Escape they will if held instead,
like poets from a scream.
Write backwards if it calms the rage,
face gallantry with fears.
The watermarks upon this page,
they be the poet's tears.
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