an infuriating an art as any,
either trying like the devil to express your soul and emotions or trying to make a rhyme,
for goodness sakes... i haven't the time!
clamming sentences up together, hoping to weave a wonderous trail of words,
if you ask me i find it more exhilerating to feed a flock of birds,
listening to the catchy crescendos of a classic song,
inspiration avoids me as though i have done something wrong!
sitting quietly, sipping coffee in a local cafe,
i watch aspiring artists chatter away, wasting most of my day,
when it comes down to it... there is nothing more to say...
i don't do poetry... and that's the way it will stay
VaIhaIIaFaIIs Community Member 
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