Here is one of my partially finishied pieces about writers block(most of them will never be how i want them :}. Hope you enjoy. Writers block (Passion) What is the deal with passion? Why does it come and go so fast? steam pours out of my ears My gift of words is in the past I scribbled a verse or two Collected my thoughts, then released Fascinated with fascination itself My conviction quickly ceased The one true piece of who I am the only thing of which I was sure trumped out by subconscious notions my passion could not endure And now it's peeking it's head out Like the moon breaking the night sky Bouncing off a river, gleaming Like the passion held within my eyes
from the definite set of words, indefinite kind of emotions can be projected. its just marvelous @b-gin
