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I havent written

I haven't written because I've been angry
I haven't written because I've been mad,
I haven't written because I've been sad.
And happy.
Glad.
Sappy.

So what is writing to me?

An occational hobby.
Something I love
Or something I use abuse hate
And could really go without if I had other distractions.

Or does it eat away at me until I let go of the distractions and sit and do it over and over and over and over. Pen hovering above the paper like a dove or, is it meaningless, or does it mean everything.

Does it define my existance or is it a small part of me.

Sure it helps me express myself, but do I impress.

Haven't written too much impressive since '05 at least.
So I haven't written and I haven't tried.

I guess I can still be called a poet in my own right.

Time to start again....