True love never does run smooth and his approach was all wrong.
For Erato was to disapprove and her vehemence was so strong.
How could this puny, mortal man woo such a beautiful goddess,
and dare to even consider a plan to spoil her loveliness?
So she banished him from her sight and the poet lay dead
and his ability to write had completely disappeared and fled.
No more words of love were spoken her for rebuke pierced him through
and unrequited love’s wound had broken his tender heart in two.
Oh, writer's block how you confound me.
You've become my greatest enemy.
Thought's buried in my mind,
why is it that you hide?
Words I plead with you to come out,
won't you please let the thoughts sprout?
All the thoughts have fled my head,
everything's already been said,
still I search and try to find
......
It was a feeling that I’ll not forget
The day our bodies touched when we first met
and from that day I decided to choose
you to be my lovely poetry Muse.
To write many rhymes and verses to tell
of the woman who holds me in her spell.
I hope that our friendship will always last
For the verses are flowing thick and fast
......
Am I blue or am I red?
am I bitter, am I upset?
Am I allowed even allowed to be red?
To be is to live.
Do they resent me for my resentment?
I feel nothing, I feel it all.
Emotions I am unable to describe, I draw them on the wall.
I bite my lip, I consume myself
I don’t see whatever it is they are seeing.
I am my only lover, but I hate me more than I love anything.
......
adopt a demon tonight
and if you're a writer
she'll help you become a
great one even
It is worth exposing yourself
to her
You won't call her a demon,
of course. That term is offensive
You'll refer to her as The Muse,
your muse
......
I stand back, and light the fuse,
hoping, to awake my muse.
She could be found anywhere,
yet, when I call her, she's not there.
In field of clover, with no pen,
my muse flies to me again.
When I'm busy, hard a work,
she teases me, what a jerk.
......
It was a feeling that I’ll not forget
The day our bodies touched when we first met
and from that day I decided to choose
you to be my lovely poetry Muse.
To write many rhymes and verses to tell
of the woman who holds me in her spell.
I hope that our friendship will always last
For the verses are flowing thick and fast
......
True love never does run smooth and his approach was all wrong.
For Erato was to disapprove and her vehemence was so strong.
How could this puny, mortal man woo such a beautiful goddess,
and dare to even consider a plan to spoil her loveliness?
So she banished him from her sight and the poet lay dead
and his ability to write had completely disappeared and fled.
No more words of love were spoken her for rebuke pierced him through
and unrequited love’s wound had broken his tender heart in two.
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Am I blue or am I red?
am I bitter, am I upset?
Am I allowed even allowed to be red?
To be is to live.
Do they resent me for my resentment?
I feel nothing, I feel it all.
Emotions I am unable to describe, I draw them on the wall.
I bite my lip, I consume myself
I don’t see whatever it is they are seeing.
I am my only lover, but I hate me more than I love anything.
......