Thought Bouquet

No, I tell you,this ain't sorrow it's true all things seem hollow feels like an endless plateau, flat no ups,no downs,a dull, white mat I pushed you away, you might say you were perhaps never meant to stay like a free bird, a scented breeze, an ephemeral bliss,i could never freeze No, I tell you,this ain't sorrow just endless nights and dark morrows no singing birds, no rustling leaves no comfy shoulder, on which to grieve guess it's better this way, for us both the promise of romance, love's great oath all hold naught if happiness eludes heart and in your joy,i shall always find my part!

Fight your war, just don't make it mine shout your lungs out, your voice ain't mine you are you, and I am not among you Indeed, you are fools and only a few! Oh, how could you ever be so naive? surrender all pursuits and live in a cave to what end? to end up dying on streets? betray your own cause, watch hopes fleet! If blood could really give you paradise we would all just be vampires in  disguise stop making life a nightmarish tale its a false premise, you can only fail! I know my God and he's not what you say there's no black or white, world is grey only cowards can answer pens with guns you are no fighter, you can just fret and run!

OK, I am just writing this post so that I know that I can still write! That I can still form coherent sentences by putting together distinct words. So you, dear reader, must be thinking , that I am insanely desperate to simply write anything, right? Well, the answer is a resounding yes! I haven't written anything for so long, that its almost itching now, you can call it a writer's prurience :P So, the question I am asking myself is: Is it just a lack of ideas or a severe shortage of creative skill? Or has the well just run dry? image from: http://wearestorytellers.typepad.com  Ok, how about testing myself with a bit of  poetry? As the days come and go, and I while away; waiting for another inspiration, a brilliant ray every other morning, seems like a past day Withered leaf, rusted iron, dry broken clay? Hmm, maybe I can still write, a lot more reading and a bit more practice can perhaps rescue my sinking ship of creativity! Adios, hope to see you soon :)