Inspiration,
Growing fixation.
It is something unknown,
Yet it grows,
And it is something we all
Long for.
Inspiration,
Aspiring education.
It is something sought out,
Yet those who seek, are often without.
Inspiration,
Growing deflation.
It is something relied on,
So the moment it is let go,
The second will it never be known.
Inspiration,
I seek it.
It is something unknown,
Forgotten,
And I am
Constantly left without
Doubt of
Constitutional mind,
Destructive thinking.
Inspiration,
A frustrating salvation.
Need I say more?
That one speaketh
For itself,
Does it not?
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As Time Slows Around Us [Poetry]
PoetryAs complicated as time itself, like the silent conversations with the moon and sun, lie the complexity of the screaming but silent thoughts of the stars. "All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream." ...
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