lyrical mindscapeDark crimson clouds float along the bright blank skylyrical mindscape
Tall golden grass covers the hills beneath
The grass moves in waves; brought to life by the air
Between the breeze-like pace of the sailing clouds and the steady pulse of the grass on the hills..
Time does not exist; hypnotic motion does not reveal it
All sense of progression is numbed, any thought; inconceivable
The crimson clouds growl quietly, glowing with their angst
They start to bleed a thin, transparent, black tinted-olive liquid
The liquid drizzles down from the clouds as if draining from holes underneath
It rolls down t
you should be writing not...you should be writing not reading you stupid fuckyou should be writing not...
Write every day, that's what they say Well this is what I am writing today I am writing a query, about why this makes me so dreary I am scribbling down a theory, to make me see more clearly Why this is such a hard thing for me to do Why I am such a lazy fucking dude I have the imagination, or so I think I see new images with every blink But since I draw like shit Most of these images become writ I like to write, I believe So why it seems so difficult, I absolutely can not perceive I write poems with ease
the hangout
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