Holding back Barred from entry I restrain myself My own progress is diminished Awaiting for the next stream of consciousness Or maybe not Maybe it’s placebo I haven't lost it at all I just think so I’ve still got it Try a little harder Burn a little brighter I am not dying inside Just asleep
I like your style of writing. I feel like this a lot. I blame it on my chronic pot smoking... I see you share the same respect. Don't hold yourself back. There are far too many other forces trying to do that. Keep sharing. peace&<3
Thanks alot. This piece has to do with my writer's block. For a long time I felt like I had lost my ability to write poetry, but now I realize that I'm the one who says I've lost it. I'm the one who is keeping me from writing.
oh wow. I was somewhere else I guess. With my peice or something... How I percieved your poem and what you sent out were two completely different things. That makes for good poetry. Peace, love, and inspiration to you, friend.
Indeed it does. Poetry means whatever you find in it. What did you get from it? If you don't mind me asking.
