writer’s block
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Finding Myself In The Story
Sometimes I’d like to get lost in a crowd Let the energy swell around me Until I don’t feel separate But a small part of a whole entity I am tired of myself Everything feels so personal So internal So stressful So petty I used to see the world differently And I want to go Continue reading
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To All My Dreamers
To All My dreamers, This one is for you. To those of you that wake up with a gnawing passion to create something, anything. And when the gnaw fades into hunger and doubt, You can’t help but think, “What the hell am I doing?” “What have I done with my life?” “What am I Continue reading
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So It Begins
so it begins just like this a way that feels insignificant (just like all great things) a girl, typing on a keyboard on a bleak January day and her cup of coffee sits beside her, of course her dog lays at her feet it is audibly quiet and mentally loud and so she types desperately Continue reading
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Write It Down
I’ve been trying to catch some words, darting about in my head like fireflies. Words are a tricky thing to catch, you see. Reach out too fast and too greedy and they slip right by you, or come out all awkwardly squished and misshapen. Wait a moment too long and they are gone. A pile Continue reading
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(Another) Writer’s Declaration
“One day I will find the right words, And they will be simple.” -Jack Kerouac don’t stop now I can’t. I won’t. I’d sooner die. just typing this is my choice weapon the one fight I won’t walk away from some people run miles or climb mountain some build skyscrapers or billion dollar Continue reading
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I Know Now Why Writers Are Crazy
The other night I was driving home from work on Precinct Line Road and the moon just rose above me, like it was trying to startle me, and I saw it for a moment, saw its beauty and really took it in and for a second I felt like myself, like really, truly myself at Continue reading
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Meager Wednesday Words
today I know I have something to say but I don’t know how to say it (seems to be the story of my life) raging words and silence but no more I stand under the shower and hot water pounds on my mind and slowly beckons the rhythm and meter and then Continue reading
Brooke Gale LouvieR 