A Poem by Ashlyn Nicole My mind in Turmoil, The covers soil, Hands turn to lead; Digging through my head. To Write, I must Or all else turns to dust. The anguish is high The main may die! But nay, I must not sway Push onward, forward, Toward Forever I grow bored. Stiff fingers Eye lingers Spots Dancing Mind Prancing “Finish!” I say Reach and pray Titles Swirl Characters twirl Names blur Leave plots as they were Change nothing No more bluffing Let the words cease, Give me peace! A cure to the hysteria Play an aria! Workings come to halt, The voices are locked in the vault. Tranquility I move in gracility At ease Feeling the breeze. No longer do I abhor, Refreshed, I try once more. - Ashlyn Nicole Everyone knows that writer can't always spit out a novel in one day. I for one have experienced this and let me tell you, it's not fun when you can't think. I came up with this poem during one of those times and in all honesty writing this has helped me. So just remember, all you beginning writers, nothing comes easy.
Express Yourself, Ashlyn Nicole
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About The AuthorsAshlyn and Alexa are two aspiring authors and artists who decided to band together and create something to share with the world.
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