Category : Poems
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A thousand words come pouring
from the end of my pen. But none of them fit together, none of them make sense. Lightning bolts of random thought triggering neurons in my brain. They flash across my conscience mind, a myriad of verses of both joy and pain. It gets real confusing, the way my brain does work. Focused on a certain task and then thinks up a brand new verse. More often than not, I do not get to write them down. Then they're lost in the shuffle, hoping to be found. A story, a thought, an emotion, each conveyed in different ways. If I could write them all down, I'd be writing for days and days. And with this poems final verse, you may see the poets curse.
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Maurice Beres
As bad as it sounds and we all go through this from time to time 🦋the mental ramblings can and usually do come together with patience and recall When it happens to me 🦋I try not to focus on it and use other distractions such as reading or re-reading some other writings🦋give it a try🦋🦋🦋🦋
Jul 06, 2019
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