The challenge of a white blank paper often makes my nerve cells run in panic. With the pressure of producing some sensible thought often driving me to nowhere. Well, with a whiff of instant feeling, your mind suddenly is filled with thoughts. Remember when you were younger, you just grab a piece of paper and write whatever you want – whatever strikes your mind – whatever fleeting thought that instantly lights your bulb. Well, that happened to me three years ago producing some on the spot poetry that completely gives a hint of resentment.
**** this guy I really hateBless him with fats I long to rate
Bless his cheeks which are so thin
Sorry if this is all pure sin
***** is his st***** name
Good looking? Ohmy, his claim to fame?
Intelligence is all he could always brag
I shall soon put heavy rocks in his body bag
I want to see him very weak
I wish for him to be sick
He thinks I have a crush on him
But sorry guy, or so it seems
Oh I apologize for all I've said
It's like I'm passing in a very thin thread
This is right for you, oh guy
I shall soon give you heavy sighs
Oh dear me.
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