Lately I have been wondering, have I written all my poems. Have I come to a point, where everything has been said. It seem like I'm treading over old ground and can't find anything new to say. What has been written, I simple don't like anymore. I go to work on them and there is no spark in them. What I have been posting here are old poems. Maybe I did that. Written all my poems. I have about 400 written, about 300 are in the final form, the rest are waiting to be finish. I wouldn't give up my the love of poetry. But I do feel that my writing part of it has come to end. Could be wrong. But I rather face the truth and deal with it. I don't consider it writing block. Just maybe another phase of my life is coming about.
Turn out to be a warm day and tab humid too. Was planning to go for a bike ride after supper. But woke up with a nice backache. So take a walk instead. I have pick up Kushiel's Chosen again. Such a wonderful book. Planning to spend the whole Sunday afternoon reading it. Then it's on to Kushiel's Avatar.
It's the Fourth of July weekend. For once in couple years . I don't have to go a picnic held by the neighbors. They really piss off my parents this yeat. So we don't deal with them anymore. Needless to say my life has gotten a little better. Lets say they like to have thing their way. So planned to watch the race at Daytona and do a lot of reading. Also have to put together that 3d puzzle I have, just I can get started on my new puzzle.
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Hey, got the computer plugged back in. I can come here again now. :) We're going to have to replace the insulation in one wall, which means taking down the dry wall. Yikes! Talk about expensive!
Loved your funny poem lol. ;)
~ Kaytrina
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