My brain cells are a’popping
A new thought they have got
Fetch me pen and paper
Let me write it while it’s hot
Unable to find release
The thought’s been playing in the dark
But now that it’s running free It’s this raging, white hot spark
Dunno where it comes from
It’s this sudden great surge
I just have to sit myself down
And give in to the inescapable urge
The words once uncorked
How they spit and fizz
Before I can put them in order
All over the page they whiz
So I pause a moment
Put aside what I do
Put my pen to paper
And write a piece anew
For a while thereafter
I feel more at ease
Till once again a new thought
Breaks out and breaks the peace
…. poor, poor you, can’t shut up, can you? i love this and do relate
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Yes, there are times when their buzz just won’t let you be. And at others, try as you might, you can’t awaken them from their slumber!
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😀 hehe..same here..if you don’t catch them when they come..they are lost for good 😉
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Reblogged this on random rants ruminations ramblings.
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It can be like that!
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😄
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Wow! Wrote exactly and beautifully on relationship of writer and their thoughts. Loved it.
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Thanks, doc!
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type, type, type
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😃 haha, thank you!!!
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