Creativity In the Wee Hours She moved as if she was a zombie herself, scanning items and taking payments, completely lackluster and barely there… She was turned inward and very clearly expressed in her body language that she didn’t want to be there...or anywhere really.
Bike Life Ride-Or-Die Time to move Can’t wait! Hurry! Must get out the door Mind’s a blur It keeps stalling Wait! We can do more! No, not now Been stuck for days Leaving my cocoon The road calls Sun is shining Ride ‘til afternoon But what if The words demand As
Creativity #PoetProblems Why is it I Can never escape The need to write? The words can’t wait Try to plan One thing or another Slammed in the forehead Why do I bother? So here I sit Bleeding out again Haven’t eaten a thing Mind: remember when? What in the hell?