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Writers BlockI sit and ponder a song or poem Mind filled with a blank unknown Ideas fled from this dank mind An inspiration I need to findWriters Block
Scribbles fill a blank white sheet None of the lines seem to meet Wondering how an artist can fend Waiting for the block to end
Pencil on paper, nothing drawn Tired of wasting into dawn Camera in hand, poised for action Nothing of photogenic attraction
The inspiration will find me soon Maybe even this afternoon Until then I sit and wait As is every writers fate
by ~Loganisthebest
JudgementI sit and ponder my Freudian slip, My mind's storm a raging fury. What exactly led to that linen strip, blood red with insecurity.Judgement
Without hesitation I assumed the position, submitting to my mental arrest. They line the thoughts on judgement's path, Which of them unlike the rest?
Suit of white, hands tied back. What went wrong with my mental crack? My mind can never leave the black
by ~Loganisthebest
Subject Number Four Part 3I looked around cautiously, it's not exactly normal to be walking around with a shadowy figure on my shoulder. With no one in sight, we scurried to the nearest open building. It's white lights blared on the dark streets in a very inviting glow. The entryway was very plain, with only a few pictures on the walls and a plate glass staircase leading to a dark set of doors on the balcony above. I checked to see if anyone was around to see us.Subject Number Four Part 3
"Where are we, It's very bright." Asked Lewis.
"I wish I could tell you."
Just as I finished my statement, a flow of people exited the doors on the balcony. I barreled
by ~Loganisthebest
Truth of TerrorA Crumbling Land Buried in the Sand Blood drenched fists Slits on your wrists A broken democracy Led by hypocrisyTruth of Terror
Without your rights Losing your fights Death without relent No need to repent Conquer our masters Those prideful bastards Fight the power Our final hour Without their regulation A blatant demonstration Wave your flag With a frag Lead your march Through their arch Burn it down to the ground Send your "friend" To it's end
by ~Loganisthebest
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