My Muse Left My Elbow

I'm braindead for the past few weeks. It's the time where my story-writing skills slip away, my grammar deteriorates until it might make Papergorillas cry, my inspirations and ideas escaped from my head and my muse has gone on vacation. Though, my poems are coming along well (My poems are seldom effect during this time) and I have atleast 86 poesies compiled. Here's a short one which follows 'My Bonnie Lies Over The Ocean'

My Bonnie Is In Pain

My bonnie is being tormented,
So she takes her medication,
But now I see she's still dying,
All because of this addiction.

This idea was taken of an original of mine I did today during sports practice. Yes, I did nothing and it was fun doing nothing.

Uninspired Title

The only cure for my imagination,
Is a healthy dose of medication,
To stop all this annoying beating,
Instead of plain old boring hitting.

Though it may cause serious addiction,
It's my only last suggestion,
And with my muse by my side,
I'm going on a memory ride.

My magic eight ball tells me no,
But it I don't have to follow,
And the words they don't hurt me anymore,
Cause silence is gold though it can bore.

I can feel the blockage in the brain,
I can feel the aches and pain,
My inspiration fading away from me,
And now no longer can I see.

Note that my poems are copywrited to me.

Before I end I'd like to apologise for the delay of Chapter 4 and any blog entries. End.

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