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I have so much inside me,
That yearns to be said,
I can't get to paper,
To match with the pen!
To quick is my mind
For my hand to catch up
For my thoughts
and my feelings
demanding a voice..
Rushing their song,
to fully express!
With urgent importance
What ever the source.
My mind and my heart
spinning, and growing
faster, and faster
The processors flowing.
And error of connections.
Missing the concept,
having been voiced,
They lay back in silence.
Alas,
all is not lost
What ever thought made it,
Captured by moment
Must be, the voice
that was meant to be published...
2002 ~ D.Enise
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My attempt to jolt myself out of .."blankness".. *S*
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| Reviewed by Janet Caldwell |
2/18/2002 |
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| You did well Jen, I 'hate' writers block, UGH!!! ;) Janet |
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| Reviewed by Sandie Angel |
2/17/2002 |
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Oh wow! This is good from a writer's block! It reads very well.
Sandie Angel :o) |
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| Reviewed by Victoria Murray |
2/17/2002 |
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You of all people Jen? I don't believe it for one moment! This was wonderfully said though. Now I'd like a poem from you about your horses, please!
Victoria |
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