#noideas
I can't write
I actually physically can't
OK
OK how about, something with flowers
Not like that's been done 1000000000 times
I swear to god anymore similes and I will
punch
my
own
esophagus
This is terrible
OK ummm
Fish tanks?
Fish tanks aren't all that poetic
I can't think of anything
I think I'm dried up
Like an empty...
Fish tank
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Wait a minute
What if I just write something about
Not knowing what to write
That would be easy
It also explains why this *****
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Aug 6, 2018
Aug 6, 2018 at 5:59 PM UTC
At the blank pages I
Stare in annoyance to the empty spaces
I shake with the fear that the writings may not please
My pensive nature
My hands, my brain fail to develop good
Ideas that satisfy my heart and soul
I stare at the blank page and wait
For creativity to return
And paint it with words
Hanging in the smog,
I see an image that
I want to paint
Hovering just out of my range
As it slowly fades away, out of my focus
I don’t have enough inspiration to
Bring the fading image
Back into my focus
I strike the keys,
The words appear
But the words don’t seem to strike a bright bulb,
In here
I change the form,
It stays that way
For seconds
Minutes
Hours
And soon, Days
I think long about the
Mystery, as to why
The keys don’t
Unlock the rooms in me
It takes time to find the right words
Combining them to paint
A piece of art
That rests deep inside
A poet’s heart
I am impatient
Restless, Lost of
Words
Eager to find the words I need
I rush it, write to fast
Not thinking about what the artwork
Will turn out to be
I write a bad poem
Stare at it with shock
The impatient poet retires again
Hoping it won’t happen once more
As I rush again, I failed to learn from the past
Poetry needs time I noticed at last.
Apr 23, 2018
Apr 23, 2018 at 6:42 PM UTC