A Man and His Words.
Deadly Vision
Scattered and broken dreams, it matters not tho it seems..
Writers block is just a prism of battered unfocused beams..
The Great Harold
A 1000 screwed up papers, clogging up my bin,
Because my attempts at brainstorms, are nothing but mere wind.
Anticipating the moment, of golden lecture that I write,
Ruined my Monday afternoon so much, it’s now Wednesday night.
Its beyond now a fight, it’s a point I need to prove,
That I can take poetry in motion, and actually make it move.
DeLeon
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