I truely hate my poety process. It’s like listening to a recording of my voice, or watching myself on video. Although I know it’s me, it doesn’t seem right. The vision in my head is like a doe grazing in a field of dew covered grass, but once written becomes a raging ogre, devouring the countryside. I hate my muses right now.

you may hate your own muses.. but damn that is one awesome epic poem man.. I loved it..
You are your own worst critic.

I give you 5 stars man.. that rocked.

I second ALRO ’s thing…. that was epic, that tugged the heartstrings. Dude, don’t hate your muses! They may seem unkind, but that’s what other people are for to read it. Sometimes I wonder “What do muses know? I have my own mind, thank you very much!” Dang!
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