Sometimes I just don't feel creative
The words don't roll off the ends of my fingertips
My mind is unoriginal
Tasteless and bland
I have nothing new
Yet so many things to say
And no way to say them
It's hardly even poetry
With no rhythm
No rhyme
No pattern
It's just words
A mess of nothing
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365 days of Ashes
PoetryOne poem a day for the next 365 days. This is my 2017 in two books and 365 poems Some poems are narratives of my life and thoughts, others are complete nonsense; figuring out which is which is the best part.
