Clearing out the cobwebs!

Something I wrote a week ago when it dawned on me I have not written anything in the longest time...the following is what resulted at me clearly trying to force a few lines:

A bit uninspired, falling below the mark. Hitting 40 below W.D., with rust crusted heavily on the heart. My flintless thoughts failing to spark, all of me eroded so quick fix recycling a line from the start, hitting 40 below W.D. with rust crusted heavily on the heart.


This was started a few days ago, and added to it today for this entry. I feel almost back to normal as far as writing goes :).


My rhyme scheme's as vivid as a blind man's dreams. Make more impact than a divot, my shadow cast is more vast than it seems. The walk fit the talk like it bathed in Vaseline. Hypnotic flow rarer than a Duracell battery size D. Always two steps ahead, trying not to trip over the webs I weave. Brown recluse in effect, leave brains necrotic with ease. Verbal hydraulics, so lifted with just a few taps of the keys. Still warming up, have yet to feel the need to roll up my sleeves.