Stuck In Brain Mud
I can’t think,
I can’t move,
That’s because I’m stuck
In some brain mud;
I have so many feelings,
But I don’t know how to write them,
And this is all I can write right now,
‘Cause my brain is clogged with mud.
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writers_gonna_write
I have been writing poetry for 5 years now and I have a collection of over 600 original poems I've made. I submitted a poem to Appelley Publishing and was published in the 2018 addition of their poetry book. I love to read and write, and I have a cat and a hamster.
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