bohemianbadfish (bohemianbadfish) wrote in poetry_box,

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Creative Flow ?

I can almost feel the words come at me
awkward and a little heavy
forming into processed little lines
Creative flow is what I live for
waking up at three to write more
No end in sight and no concept of time
I tripped up on a thought and thought less
the ticking of the clock will slow this process
but the peace and quiet doesn't seem to mind
The words begin to taste real sour
crumpled papers build familiar towers
and once again im stuck on that one line
A rush of thoughts curtails the run through
transparent skin, now you can see too
Blood runs down the paper, and now im fine
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