I cock my head.
Glance
dismiss
glance
dismiss
glance
dis-
ahhh!
Inspiration.
My writing is clear.
Shut your eyes,
and think of something,
Release you ties,
be original.
Impossible.
Originality
is an
impossibility.
Different...
is not
original.
Different has been done
before.
And will be done again
and again
and again.
I was inspired by
myself.
Trying to think of a poem.
Inspiration is where poetry grows.
A flower in dirt.
Originality is not the issue.
Inspiration is.
Shut your eyes,
imagine a world.
Anything you want.
Beauty.
Fear.
Anything.
A dog eating a banana...
Imagine without
inspiration.
Impossible.
Implausible.
That's just the i's.
A contest entry
- Speak Up! by nOva-.
500 points, ended November 29, 2008, 21 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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lol, I can't believe I got gold! thank you!
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haha, that's really cool. and it made me actually wanna write a poem about a dog etaing a banana XD
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