Creatives

Creatives Artists are a lot like God They come up to a great nothing Blank and void and empty They begin to see They begin to draw They begin to paint Layers at a time At any given point You can hear the whispers from outside “What is that?” “That makes no sense” And the…

The Rushing

The Rushing Let’s just sit here and stare at the screen, shall we? Let’s just sit here and stare Thinking nothing, going nowhere Life seems to be nothing But a series of distracting interruptions Destroying any sense of creativity A giant ocean trapped by a dam of crumbling earth How ridiculous is that? Maybe that…