Short Rared Poems

Creativity let his mind go vibrant,
this shape,
this letter,
this color,
this emotion,
this scene,
this architecture,
and all this conjecture,
about them,
and about all of them,
one day something snapped,
he had his income stopped,
he wanted but could not,
he rared but empty pockets,
were bared,
he fought hard for days,
still no hope of rays,
penury and starvation,
had dried all juices,
whether they were mundane,
or creativity ruses....

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