#blankpage
blank pages are intimidating.
there, now it's got something in it.
and nothing, nothing feels so scary anymore.
Jul 11, 2025
Jul 11, 2025 at 8:42 PM UTC
the letters form in my head
colliding to form words
but they don't make sense
and the page stays blank
just when I think I've got it
it wiggles out of my grasp
and writer's block wraps me
in its shackles
Apr 17, 2025
Apr 17, 2025 at 9:41 AM UTC
pick ‘em apart -
there’s lot to learn.
speak not -
‘fore it’s your turn:
your words soak dry, maybe -
try a different language;
be sure to see it through, for there’s
comfort beyond the anguish.
more choices, less free;
locked in - can’t find the key;
saw through misery, yet
tough as a tree;
a knight of the absurd,
you bend the knee.
this isn’t the first time
you’ve hit the brick wall.
dash your *** with a pinch of salt -
stir it good, nice and easy;
get a good whiff of that
rare destiny.
for every tear,
there’s a heart that swells -
twice the thought of an oyster shell;
you’re a huntsman through the fall,
not for the wolves to prey;
they wait for you -
to make the wrong turn;
find another way.
Dec 24, 2024
Dec 24, 2024 at 6:59 AM UTC
There are crafts of countless drafts on this blank page,
accounts of my days of happiness or rage are on this blank page,
hinted goals and affirmations are blueprinted on this blank page,
look and you shall find that my mind roars it's thoughts unfiltered on this blank page,
Behold a story begins to unfold on this blank page.
Ink jives it's hips, thrives in it's own motions and clicks it's fingers in rhythm to the writers melody that lingers,
In order to transcribe what you're trying to describe to the mass of one or many on this blank page,
Sentences are redacted,
subtracted from the line of sight equating to something that now means nothing,
Why?
It could be a mistake,
a misfire of the message I attempted to make,
thinking I had it locked and loaded,
Ready to shoot it across this blank page,
Or...
It could be that I find it unnecessary to reveal deep parts of me,
So...
I become hell bent on destroying any trace that may possibly leave my scent in this blank page,
The land of doodles,
far and wide is it's reach,
with the population consisting of ...
stick-mankind,
Talking poodles,
Confetti filled with noodles,
Whatever you can think of is there in this blank page.
On this blank page I stare deep into it's void and wonder....
What shall we do today ?
May 29, 2020
May 29, 2020 at 4:38 AM UTC
Gadiaseite ~ gad-EEE-ah-site ~ NOUN
Definition:
The great abyss of the empty page, a wishing well with churning waters so deep you can't see the bottom—only the shimmer of coins shine through, entwined with the efforts of past attempts—you can recover the wishes but only if you hold your breath and dive into the unknown waters.
Etymology:
Derived from the Latin word Gaida meaning waiting and the German word Seiten meaning pages.
Jan 12, 2019
Jan 12, 2019 at 8:27 PM UTC
“Oh God, You're a poet
And I, I was Your blank page,
Rather the blank page of a poet,
Than the blank page of man
Rather the blank page of someone who already envisioned me as a masterpiece,
Than the blank page of man
Yes, even before He poured out His ink heart on me,
He saw me, with all the hidden words that were scribbled across me
All the fears, hopes, dreams and wishes inked so wildly
Oh man, I was His pièce de résistance
Last night I was staring at this blank page,
But little did I know that it was staring at me,
Waiting for me to turn it into a written work of art
And just then I realized, I was staring at my reflection
This revelation brought clarity to every blank page on Earth
Oh God, we are Your work of art” - Demi.M Potts
Jun 30, 2018
Jun 30, 2018 at 5:18 AM UTC
How long does it take
for the urge to fade?
I still
search for shelter in your
words and phrases
but there is nothing more written
on those pages.
Feb 13, 2017
Feb 13, 2017 at 2:56 AM UTC
A Blank paper has unlimited possibilities
When you write,
Its like re-creating yourself
Mind connects with the page
All the thoughts spread in a meaningful order...
Writing may be a diminishing art,
But whatever you write..
It stays eternal and cant be destroyed..
If i paint my feelings on paper,
Like a portrait..with light and shade
Would you hang it on your wall?
Jan 12, 2017
Jan 12, 2017 at 12:23 PM UTC
I've written and scratched off
thousands of words that
I used to describe you,
Yet I'm still left with a blank page.
What am I to do with this?
I've written so much about you;
Every thoughts I have
Is a silent scream
That terrifies me to let out.
This blank page you left me
Leaves me thinking this lonely night,
So silent and calm that even in this darkness
I can hear that silent scream, "I LOVE YOU."
Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 12:47 PM UTC
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The blank page is a loaded gun, dangerous,
full of beauty's entropy and combinatory dreams.
It's open source ethos, fidgeting with splendor,
with that momentum white of the sea at morning.
It's not a desert, for whoever's sake, is not a cliff,
neither where your mind goes make snow angel ideas,
nor a mute inbox that you keep refreshing:
The mind is just filled with horror for the void
when there's nothing else.
The blank page is a loaded gun,
a uranium mine field waiting for a chain reaction,
where the feelings will collapse upon themselves
and hurt the reader by wounding the page,
the ink bled a testament to the violence
of the rapture always waiting to be born.
Oct 14, 2014
Oct 14, 2014 at 12:17 AM UTC