The Loss of a Poem by SoulReaper
Inspiration is like fireworks. It strikes with a moment of beauty, and then it is gone, like the lightning. Every time I miss it, it could have been failure, genius, or something you might enjoy. I'll never know what it was. So it's gone, and you need to move along. #SoulsPoems
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05 Apr, 2013, 8:10 pm
Heaven and love,
Hell and burns,
An endless supply,
Of table turns.
A million things,
To give and take,
And people to love,
And/or forsake.
Inspiration,
To and fro,
Spewing forth,
From the hole in my soul.
But theres ALWAYS that time,
When I just can't write,
And ideas slip,
Away from sight.
Or someone comes,
And interrupts,
And I'm like, 'Man,
What the #$&^?!'
Poems of love,
And rhymes to engage,
But the idea flows,
AWAY from the page?
Scr.ew it.
I need to write.
You let my ideas escape,
So get out of my sight.
Wait, I feel one!
Just in time!
I could write it about,
The death of rhyme!
Sorry. I have to go, now,
And write down these lines.
Since noone's around,
The idea wont escape THIS time!
(Hey, everyone. I'm very low on inspiration. This is at a tragic loss of skill. I might end up changing my poems a bit. I'll have to see what works best. If I stick to this, hopefully something, or someone will inspire me. Ugh, they haven't improved any. My favorite/best struck when I read a story my classmate was writing. Any ideas?)