Mixed Sentiments On Writing #poems To write #poems can be a heck of a job; With rhythms, imagery, sounds, formats, themes, Meters, rhymes, and voices to take care of, It's not half as easy as it may seem. Yet, the wretched brainwork this task demands Offers serenity amidst madness; And through the process, one may understand Finally -- the reasons for his sadness. Through this toil of mind I have found my peace, Which was once in my worries, buried deep. And in this place where woes only increase, Such reflection gives the head a clean sweep. Despite how hard writing #poems can be, It's one nice painkiller for my misery.

Nice Knights Finish Last And up the tower he climbs. After all his exploits, (which he all did unflinchingly,) He has finally reached The window Of the innocent Damsel's chamber. But he dares not to attempt further Beyond this real point of no return. He fears (, at last) Of the mystery behind those Inviting curtains, Of the fragility of her boudoir Which he, with his clumsy armour, Could soon trample on. What a mess he might make. ~ Chivalry forbids. O Hark! There goes the villain Who stole the damsel And devoured her whole! Too late.