When Cold Comfort Strikes

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and so just roar! Your fingertips are making some flips; grip a mouse and dip some clicks.Roll, roll your eyes and soar, Pray for a whisper of a spur; Oh where, oh where did you cruise, my friendly muse? Don’t let me choose to snooze.Booze, booze me some clues, Do I have to plea mightily? I suppose with glee, you see, I almost overdose, with your utmost repose, I beg you, please; Let me seize this moment of bliss, I’ll give you a kiss, you will ever miss.There are

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days when you can’t think of anything, but stare at your blank screen. All you have to do to keep your juicy thoughts afloat is let your fingers touch the damned keys on your keyboard. And lo and behold, you won’t realize you’re in for a surprise! You ARE in a flow state, and that’s great!Try it, dear, you’ll feel giddy like me as awesome inspiration strikes. (shht…Just happened to me while writing this poetry.) Thanks so much for reading.©2020 <a href="undefined">Josh Balerite Acol</a> All Rights Reserved</article></body>

When Cold Comfort Strikes

What if nothing inspires, would you still write?

Stare, and do stare more, All you have is a blank armor; and so just roar! Your fingertips are making some flips; grip a mouse and dip some clicks.

Roll, roll your eyes and soar, Pray for a whisper of a spur; Oh where, oh where did you cruise, my friendly muse? Don’t let me choose to snooze.

Booze, booze me some clues, Do I have to plea mightily? I suppose with glee, you see, I almost overdose, with your utmost repose, I beg you, please; Let me seize this moment of bliss, I’ll give you a kiss, you will ever miss.

There are days when you can’t think of anything, but stare at your blank screen. All you have to do to keep your juicy thoughts afloat is let your fingers touch the damned keys on your keyboard. And lo and behold, you won’t realize you’re in for a surprise! You ARE in a flow state, and that’s great!

Try it, dear, you’ll feel giddy like me as awesome inspiration strikes. (shht…Just happened to me while writing this poetry.) Thanks so much for reading.

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When Cold Comfort Strikes