House of Inspiration
from the outside... the bricks, the stones... they've stood the test of time like the fire that's burning deep in me inside it refuses to burn out... i enter the house, go inside... the pictures on the wall... brigh, beautiful, colourful... just like my dreams, visions... wishes, amvitions, goals and missions... the chair, so soft and comfortable... where i would chill,relax,kick back faced with a lot of problems in my life... i would sit on it...solutions would come rushing into my mind in my room, at the table... my mind would run wild... imaginations, thoughts, ideas and opinions this is where i found my reasoning... my reason for living... prblems...solutions... but most of all... THIS IS WHERE I FOUND MY INSPIRATION THIS IS THE... HOUSE OF INSPIRATION! THE H. O. I. !
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zuxmania
As far as I can remember, istarted writing poetry when I was able to take pen and pen and scribble something. At that time, of course, I wasn\'t that aware of the power of what I was scribing. I met guys of McJurni's calibre, they resurrected that...
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