Writer’s Block
Sometimes, as I sit, the words, they just flow. And why, they all fit, the muse, only knows.
Read More ->Sometimes, as I sit, the words, they just flow. And why, they all fit, the muse, only knows.
Read More ->Lonely it stands on the hillside, overlooking the bay.
Read More ->What about black eyes, that conjure the image of the darkest of nights, sucking you in to that deep abyss of dismal despair?
Read More ->Winter’s cold, iron hold, Passes fast, Doesn’t last.
Read More ->Oh sweet second, where have you gone? Your quick life passes, just a pawn.
Read More ->The things we don’t say, When we think them, When we feel them,
Read More ->Purdue, Purdue, what are you? Your buildings made of brick. Your towers tall, with many a hall, students watch time tick.
Read More ->I wonder, as I wander, through these cubes piled high, when will it end, when will I die?
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