scrambling

stabbing

at my brain

letting the words

flow out, watching

as they try to

make sense.

-Jas©

his inspiration

She was his muse;

his orange sunset

and pink skies

in springtime.

-Jas©

lost inspiration

inspiration left,

floated away like a

lost balloon;

leaving me like a

little child

with my head

in my hands.

-Jas©

for me at least

Inspiration

always comes at

the spark of a

lighter.

-Jas©

colorful inspiration

Staring at colorful walls,

Inspiration looming on

The edge of boredom.

-Jas©

Inspiration

My minds blank,

Searching

For inspiration.

-J.Rose©