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Creative Writer


Inspiration/
Isn't native/
To me, though I'm quick to tame it/
Or at least limit savoring/
It when it visits aiming/
To kick me greatly/
In the middle lane of/
My forgetful brain to/
Quicken pacing/
For my writing, simple training/
Is a little racy/
And leaves me wishing greatly/
For a real replacement/
For this crippling anguish/
We deem the daily grind/
I'm staging my/
Coup and staying right/
Here with angry might/
And aiming like/
A scathing hyped/
Gunslinger aiming high/
When noon claims the sky/
Complacence dies/
And patience thrives/
As I take my life/
Back from lazy tithes/
To the deity of shameless dives/
Into basic lines/
Rank and file/
Claiming titles/
Leave you parading, climbing/
Ascending better than a creative writer/
We're safe and gliding/
Over these hated sirens/
Beckoning to repay our plying/
Labor each day with mindless/
Control, just be brave and sign this/
Contract, be a slave with blinders/
Produce, sing great, we'll pirate/
Your work, your pen springs greatness shining/
That gleam makes us finally/
Breathe gracious, writhing/
Because they lack originality/
You're in this fantasy/
So endorse explicit gravity/
In situations that form realer happiness/
Disorder and malice sift/
Through a boorish invalid mix/
Of torpid distractions and/
Torrents of savagery/
The coldness is towering/
Over me, boldly empowering/
The soldier inhabiting/
The deep corners I cowered in/
Doldrums devoured me/
But I forced them to bow to me/
To survive this sordid sick agony/
My soul is still bound to me/
Important, immalleable/
I'm willing to go hungry/
Exposed, lucky/
That these unknown rustic/
Elements didn't throw troubles/
At me, like snow rushing/
To leave me froze, suffering/
Or broken, ducking/
Immobile trusting/
That slowly brushing/
Aside hopeful love brings/
A total dusting/
Off of older clutter/
That posed another/
Threat to my unfocused blunders/
Jagged bones are jutting/
Loathed and drumming/
Hollow, prose has stunted/
The growth of punished/
Ideals, I'm alone and toughened/
By the pull of nothing-/
Ness but nothing fits/
Humming lips/
Are awakening slumbering wisps/
Of fire that feed from crumbling twigs/
Inciting/
The igniting/
Of something missed/
So I'm running quick/
Towards the one I abandoned/
Love ravaged/
My stunned actions/
As I snuck past them/
A dumbass with/
The world saying come grab it/
I was dumbfounded/
Yet loved asking/
Why until my tongue lashed at/
Me, lunged back and/
Started to attack me/
Bust down these/
Apache/
Walls, disappearing in the brush laughing/
Rough bastards/
That rush past these/
Unanswered/
Questions, some magic/

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