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Too Much of Nothing
I knew late last night I was a brilliant poet,
magical words bled into one fine masterpiece
and when I awoke, elated to this beautiful morning,
I found each paper as void of a poem as me.
magical words bled into one fine masterpiece
and when I awoke, elated to this beautiful morning,
I found each paper as void of a poem as me.
Published 4th Jun 2024
Author's Note
I do this every night: 'I don't need to write this one down, it will be easy to remember' which inspired the poem.
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4th Jun 2024 9:43pm
Oh God! I cannot COUNT the times that's happened to me! My brain LOVES to whisper "Oh! Hey! Here's a poem!" right before I fall asleep!
5th Jun 2024 2:25pm
4th Jun 2024 11:24pm
Dear U,
HA!! Same!! I know I’m the next poet laureate but for the fact I’m never near pen and paper when the genius hits and I’m a crap writer. 😊
Great write! H🌷
HA!! Same!! I know I’m the next poet laureate but for the fact I’m never near pen and paper when the genius hits and I’m a crap writer. 😊
Great write! H🌷
5th Jun 2024 2:26pm
