Creativity
It’s like solving a puzzle
Figuring out by introspection or divine providence
Which word goes where and how it goes there
, I’d trade a runner’s high for a punner’s high any day
It’s better that way, at least for me
An emotional dump and stress levels fall like Humpty Dumpty
This is my eighth poem in two days and I’m not even losing sleep
At least not any I can’t afford to lose
And what’s more prison’s no excuse
They can’t take this away from me
Not as long as I have pen and paper
Hell, even if they took that I could still compose
Just a bit more ephemeral in general I suppose
But it keeps me on my toes when the words I chose come together in the end
I won’t pretend it’s all about being brilliant
It takes happy accidents and coincidental turns of phrase
like “turn of phrase” and “happy accident” that have something poetical to em
I don’t create anything I just find the rhythm that occurs naturally,
And actually, if I over-think,
it stinks, it’s ruined and wrecked,
I move on to the next part and come back when I lack brain and have heart
I’d rather relieve my mind than my bladder
Splatter my troubles onto the page and watch the rage disengage
The hardest part for me is knowing when to stop
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