I am entirely sure that my lack of productivity regarding recent attempts with writing is due to some celestial being stealing and/or removing my talent. I got so pissed that I wrote about it. Dumb, yes, if my talent has gone, but its the only way I know how to express myself. It is the probably the most *insert deity here* awful thing your likely to read today, but I feel like putting it up anyway.
Talent, Lost
My talent, like the light,
is drifting away into night
as I sit here and weep for what maybe never was
The beautiful ambrosia
is slipping through my hands
so resplendent and intangible; it cannot be kept
My creative spirit lost
tied to the mundane; i cannot float above
Surround ones self with art
with light and laughter and music
through osmosis can I get it back?
But my muse had left, pulling the gift from me
in this cold hard world I scream for it back
Most precious of possessions
I have lost you!
And talent flows from me like golden blood.
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You may shot me now, for inflicting bad poetry on civilisation.
☮&♥




One comment
Comment by Mrmeaner on April 24, 2005 at 16:50
If I’ve never read bad poetry that’s the bad poetry I’ve never read.
Keep posting keep writing sometimes we write shite sometimes we strike it lucky and tap into the beautiful welcome to the muse.