To all those ideas which are screwed up, spat out and shredded.

How I miss you when my creative juices stop flowing

and my mind stops giving.


To all those thoughts which are forgotten, scribbled down and tucked away.

How I miss you when my mind can’t formulate

and creativity has taken the day off.


To all those songs, drawings, puns, poems and stories.

How I miss you when my tongue no longer wants to speak

and my hands can’t bare to draw.


But I know it's just temporary.

Poetry > Ode to creativity