So yeah, I can't seem to think of anything today. I'm in a very good mood and I finally noticed....when I'm happy and just going about my day with out any complaints I become quite a boring poet. Perhaps, trials and the toiling give me inspiration....so here's an excerise I used to try and get out of a amiably induced writers block.</meta>
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Conflict Internal.

No, not peace again!

I declare war.

I delve into sin.

For inspiration, conflict a plus.

Turmoil preferred for what is amiss

In this utopia,

no poet find bliss.

In words so sweet,

they’re always sappy.

In lines so straight,

They do not flow.

In verse so whole,

There’s no room to show,

The deeper darker shadows

that delve in writers soul.

I want angst, I want anger

To subtly provide

a war made of roses

sweet petals to hide

then show,

like bullets of meaning

piercing fake  zen

to inspire this poet

to bleed ink from his pen.