"lambasted" poems - Hello Poetry

sit down, pen and paper scrape together, come up with something clever. blank mind stare at the paper-don't doodle! holding your head in your hand is not writing- supposed to be writing all of these skillfully woven thoughts that should be bursting forth, but aren't. stop spell checking, do it later. maybe that's the answer: automatic writing OK go into trance let the pen and hand dance. don't think, let the ink flow from the inside to the surface, you're thinking on purpose...stop it! OK this is obviously not working, it's just jerking off and it doesn't even feel good, although it should. Come up with a subject, not abstract thought...wait...thought has no place here. where is the Muse? I'll blow a fuse if I don't get to use a clever phrase I turned today. what about childhood walks in the woods, first love, real love, not in-puppy-love with Jody Foster! during the day all the stuff that's enough to fill a book gets wasted and lambasted. I'm mad as hell and here I sit broken hearted did my time and only started three hours ago. could have taken a tour by now and, holy cow!, the Tao probably took less time to write than this night of the living dead man with two pinky and the brains. where the hell am I going with this clap trap? this is out of hand, out of mind-otherworldly. is this all that i am: meaningless gobbeldy-gook I'm getting spooked. it's time to stop and drop the needle on a different track, stop the attack sit back relax choose to lose my senses, dulled and lulled into false pretenses, mend some fences with myself, or else. Or else, what? Not contemplate, deliberate, speculate, ruminate, investigate, radiate...KNOCK IT OFF! Just put the pen down, get up, walk out of the room.

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Nov 7, 2012

Nov 7, 2012 at 3:29 PM UTC

stuart-lee

Thought Process

sit down, pen and paper scrape together, come up with something clever. blank mind stare at the paper-don't doodle! holding your head in your hand is not writing- supposed to be writing all of these skillfully woven thoughts that should be bursting forth, but aren't. stop spell checking, do it later. maybe that's the answer: automatic writing OK go into trance let the pen and hand dance. don't think, let the ink flow from the inside to the surface, you're thinking on purpose...stop it! OK this is obviously not working, it's just jerking off and it doesn't even feel good, although it should. Come up with a subject, not abstract thought...wait...thought has no place here. where is the Muse? I'll blow a fuse if I don't get to use a clever phrase I turned today. what about childhood walks in the woods, first love, real love, not in-puppy-love with Jody Foster! during the day all the stuff that's enough to fill a book gets wasted and lambasted. I'm mad as hell and here I sit broken hearted did my time and only started three hours ago. could have taken a tour by now and, holy cow!, the Tao probably took less time to write than this night of the living dead man with two pinky and the brains. where the hell am I going with this clap trap? this is out of hand, out of mind-otherworldly. is this all that i am: meaningless gobbeldy-gook I'm getting spooked. it's time to stop and drop the needle on a different track, stop the attack sit back relax choose to lose my senses, dulled and lulled into false pretenses, mend some fences with myself, or else. Or else, what? Not contemplate, deliberate, speculate, ruminate, investigate, radiate...KNOCK IT OFF! Just put the pen down, get up, walk out of the room.