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No way he would ever get all those words down on paper
Obviously, he had bitten off more than he could chew
Vowing that after he was done he would never even touch a word processor
Every letter was a struggle as he tried to download his soul onto the paper
Long months later he typed ‘The End.’ That was when he realized his work had just begun!
Reading books was always a chore for Melonie
Every page was a struggle for survival with respect to staying awake
Viewing the text made the words devolve into scribbles
It was enough to give her a migraine just thinking about it
Even the pages would cut the wafer-thin skin of her fingertips
When she finally was done, it was all worth it when she left a one-star …
So many troubles were raining down on her
That she was soon soaked to her soul with all the consequences
Rising depression threatened to drown her as she stood there
Unless she figured out how to swim through the morass of her life
Giving up was always an option
Going under and never resurfacing again
Life would just go on for those around her
Except she knew that was a lie, so she began to tread water and searched for the safety of shore
Vast hills of overwhelming emotions rim his psyche
All casting shadows in the depths where he lays at rest
Looking at the prospect of climbing out
Leaves him feeling exhausted before he even begins
Every step a struggle, the climb pure torture
Yet once high up in the surrounding hilltops the view of tomorrow is amazing
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So things are getting pretty tough
That might be an understatement
Really it’s moments like these that define who we are
Understanding how to work past pesky problems
Giving each other a hand and cross the finish line together
Going the extra distance because we choose to do so
Looking forward to sharing stories over a cold one at the pub
Enjoying our victory over this…
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So many children were screaming into the void
That the void got frustrated and threw the cacophony back
Resulting in an aural tsunami that came crashing over my consciousness
Undercutting the foundation of my sanity
Giving me a sonic lobotomy
Gone was any chance of getting anything done
Leaving nothingness
Existential emptiness
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Food is always there, tempting Liza
And she honestly set a goal each morning to resist its charms
It is a daily struggle to see if she can stick to her goals
Leaving her depressed and disappointed as she wipes off doughnut crumbs
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Bots
Love them
Create them
I program them
Yet right now they suck
Really it is more me
I cannot get things to fit
Even though I want to give up
I will try again to make it work
I must struggle, learn, and then I can teach
In this poem each line has one more syllable. I wanted to try something different. I hope you enjoy.
*** In honor of those joining me in Nanowrimo as well as authors everywhere ***
When the walls begin to surround you
Reigning in your creativity
It might make you feel claustrophobic
The words stop flowing
Every syllable a struggle
Rendering the process to a halt
Silence becomes the norm
But there is always hope
Look for the sledgehammer in your toolkit
Or maybe even some explosives
Completely shoot everything you have at it
Killing the silence and allowing the words to flow once more
Rational ideas set up bulwarks and walls, defending what it considers truth
Emotions launch themselves at those fortifications, trying to lay them low
As the battle wages on, the field gets more and more muddied
Soon the lines are blurred, and what was considered truth becomes lost in the struggle
Obscuring what was the purpose of the original struggle
Negating any hope that cooler minds will prevail
Abdi Mohammed
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