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Once upon a time I wrote good poetry
that time is gone
the magic's left my fingertips
my paint's dried up
pen's out of ink
I'm left here
with empty words
that echo painfully
while I try to tune them
nothing sounding right

Once upon a time I felt something
and it's returned
making it ever so hard
to sit still and write
to express feelings
I'd rather be out experiencing
I've caught up with the future
within all my planning
I never prepared to actually do anything
and now I'm caught in a whirlwind
spin spin spin

Once upon a time I dreamed
and now I do instead
and damn it scares me

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On Saturday August 5th, 2006, the dried flower (82) writes:
i loved the irony in the begining(you talk about how you lost the talent to write good poetry, yet what you wrote was very very good.)


On Tuesday February 1st, 2005, sIo (892) writes:
your work rocks. it is simply attractive and amazing. i can't get enough heh.


On Friday May 21st, 2004, boughtwithblood (296) writes:
indeed. those last three lines are a solid punch to the head.


On Wednesday April 14th, 2004, OLd SouL (837) writes:
With age comes responsibility. And your first responsibility as an adult is to never lose track of the child in your heart. Change can be a very good thing... if you let it be. :::OLd


On Tuesday April 13th, 2004, An Expired Member (3) writes:
your changing. nothing wrong with that. go. full fill your dreams. then u will get more inspiration.


On Tuesday April 13th, 2004, Nightingale (555) writes:
One hopes. But I don't like changing... I liked the way I was. *sighs*


On Tuesday April 13th, 2004, Six-Out (1823) writes:
*looks for plane tickets so he can personally slap the nighty*


On Tuesday April 13th, 2004, Nightingale (555) writes:
I won't be here this week. I'm coming South. Not your kind of South, but South by NH standards.



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