Write,
Come on, it’s not that hard
“Her eyes like the sun, scorching like Hell”
Not very good.
Write,
Come on, put something down
“His hands like velvet, choking me”
Not much better.
Write,
Come on, poets do this everyday
And yet,
When I try to write the words
I don’t know what to say
I could languish away
Never quenched by the poet’s water
Cascading, flowing, gushing, vomiting
Into a dry savannah
I could starve to death
Never satisfied by the poet’s love
The incandescent touch that
Grates and chafes
Write,
Write me something beautiful and revolting
Something appealing yet grotesque
Write, about anything.
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KaylaAnn 
Sometimes, pushing ourselves forward, in terms of writing something, anything, is really the only way to work through a writing lull. Write something everyday, I say, and somewhere along the way you will create something you really like! This resonates with me!
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I couldn’t agree with you more!
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Definitely been here before. I share your pain! I like the line ‘write me something beautiful and revolting.’ I love a good oxymoron.
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Thank you! 🙂
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