poetry
August 2008 
For me this time.
Posted on Jun 21st, 2008
by 
Zet White
Zet White
Gosh what's gone into me? Should I try drinking for a change or something? I wanna go home. And.. By the way... Why did I stop writing poetry? Ahhh..
It worked so well for me...
A spell, a mystic glittering idea
That used to come to me.
It used to pull me,
To rule me,
To capture my attention
And channel my intention, truly.
And now... It's gone?
I used to write for fun!
I played with rhyme, with rythm, with verses!
And now it's all replaced.
With what?
With endless simple smart discourses.
It worked so well for me...
A spell, a mystic glittering idea
That used to come to me.
It used to pull me,
To rule me,
To capture my attention
And channel my intention, truly.
And now... It's gone?
I used to write for fun!
I played with rhyme, with rythm, with verses!
And now it's all replaced.
With what?
With endless simple smart discourses.
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we change and go through different ways of being. it's all good, my friend
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Oh whatever! YOU can write poetry, you just don't get to it anymore. I can't.
So don 't say bad things about yourself. Prosto tebe nado domoy. :( Tam ploho. I holodno.