Writers BlockA Poem by Rece FantomaTo cure writers block, write about it.Be gone, ravager of dreams! Listless wanderer through the tides of my threshold I cast you out deceiver, hateful, unseelie thing. Release my muse that she might fly Unleash the steadfast twist of my penmanship Loose it from this disdainful hesitancy This mummers farce of literacy. If I am bound to adversity... Let it at least bear fruit! I am the plow of unripe potential I am the scythe of rotten hope. Dead in. Dead out. These are the songs that no one will play.
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Added on July 10, 2010 Last Updated on July 10, 2010 AuthorRece FantomaCAAboutIn function, a shade, a specter, a wraith. A thing which has come before and now simply "Isn't" according to the status quo. I exist to perform the function, and thus, am defined by it. The function .. more..Writing
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