Here is a self titled poem. Hope you enjoy.
Missing Muse
I've lost it, it's gone
I have no reasons or motives
I am the epitome of Laissez Faire
Going wherever whatever takes me
I'm bored out of my fucking mind
This can't be healthy
It's like I've lost something
It's back down that long road
And there is no way I'm going back to hell
Not even for whatever is gone
It's like I had a muse
And now it's missing
Nothing is important anymore
I can't sleep, play, write, read
I should be depressed
But I can't care enough to be
It's a comfortable numbness
But without the once used needles
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i think the best thing we can do is keep contributing. let everyone bring good content everyday. we've got the name, and the people will come. except snoopy.