damn...
It's been over a month since I've written a good poem... 48 days to be exact. This would have to be a dry spell... I only wrote 2 good poems in March, 4 in February, 5 in January... The writing bug is on the decline poetry-wise, I guess... Last April, I wrote 8 good poems. Same for April 2003. 10 in April 2002.
But in April 2001, I wrote 29 good poems. In April 2000, I wrote 22 poems. I'm just used to being able to pour out a lot of emotion and feeling onto the page and feel better about myself. I can't say there's nothing left to write about. My life is still pretty fucked up. I guess I'm just losing the inspirations I used to have. Every time I write something down it feels like I've already written it, or it sounds corny and unnecessary. The muse has become inaccessible and it sucks...
But in April 2001, I wrote 29 good poems. In April 2000, I wrote 22 poems. I'm just used to being able to pour out a lot of emotion and feeling onto the page and feel better about myself. I can't say there's nothing left to write about. My life is still pretty fucked up. I guess I'm just losing the inspirations I used to have. Every time I write something down it feels like I've already written it, or it sounds corny and unnecessary. The muse has become inaccessible and it sucks...