The Perils of Writing

June 12, 2010
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I run, I scream, I cry, I jump!
Through my thoughts I go.
I delve into the world of the yet unseen.
My thoughts that have yet to be freed.

My hand scribbles anxiously as I try to record every moment,
To capture every word.
But after a while,
some thoughts still remain unheard.

Stay away distractions,
you murderous fools!
Get away from me before you kill again,
And render another though unheard.

I cry, I scream, I run, I jump,
Through tangles of forests I go!
Across seas I do venture for the perfect thought.
And I pray that to my paper it may be brought.

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KatsK This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Apr. 7, 2012 at 7:38 pm
Yep. My great inspirations always seem to come at about 11:30 at night, and when I can't write them down. The other day, I finally understood why Milton dedicated a long ode to his muse. I would, too!
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