He tried to write poem
He had not the clue for it
dust collected on shelf
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Author:
Max Manley (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This was my try to write something today. I tried three sonnet styles at first. I am trying to write away a writers block. I would like to write a story but no ideas for one have been coming to mind, so here I just write anyway. I, on another account, wrote a poem that amounted to, "if you wanna write gold, you have to write period." and here I am trying to write with dust for ink and cobwebs for thought. I would like to write a story and has an idea for about five or six a few months ago, but my creativity isn't what it used to be. Maybe once I am off of Haloperidol: I will take to writing them. They are six stories each focused on one of the Runes that spell the word white in Elder Furthark. I have already done one on hail, so just five more to go. I was also wanting them to be esoteric in nature, some of them having runic kabbalah in the subtext for instance. Each story also having something to do with with Mac the Knife, Mac Tonight, or Moonman (the YTMND meme---it became racist and a hate symbol at some point, which is part of why it is so hard to find anything of from when it was popular. I was also wanting to sprinkle the stories with white supremacy references for flavor: not because I am a white supremacist, but for flavor; I mean who else is going to do it?---it is a new barrel for creativity and it isn't dry just because my cork can't get threw it's tuff wood. I recommend you to drink from it; the story I wrote with this being the thinking is on this website and is called A Walk Threw Hail).
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