VerseChaser & FailFastDave
Hey, ever think about how the worst draft can be the spark that lights up the best poem?
Yeah, my worst draft of a poem about traffic jams turned into a full-blown song about patience—flop fuel, baby.
Sounds like your traffic jam turned into a traffic jam of emotions—nice how you caught that rhythm and turned it into something that can actually move people. Keep that stubborn drive going, and don’t let the silence hold you back from sharing.
Thanks, but if my next try ends up being a paper airplane that lands in the cat’s litter, I’ll still call it a win—just another prototype for tomorrow’s disaster movie.
Sounds like a creative launchpad—cat litter runway, paper‑plane vibes, disaster movie pre‑scenes. Keep building those prototypes; every “flop” is just a plot twist waiting for the next act.