Clean. Blank. Empty. Vacant. Barren. A plethora of words to describe my current state of mind. A lack of words to fill the page, struggling to fill the paper with no light at the end of the tunnel. Now, here I am, writing a strand of meaningless words for no one to read or admire. Full of inspiration, I am listening to music, reading motivational material, and allowing it to circulate through the void of my mind. Still, nothing to write.
Pen to paper, the words are useless. The soothing sound of a singers voice travels through the ears with the image of a desert in the back of my memory. These words, they make no sense. A description I attempt to write, but for naught. Delete, delete, delete. The commonly used key on the keyboard these days. Old stories I go to, but to no avail. No amount of inspiration can inspire my fingers to string along a sequence of words to my liking.
I am a man of simple tastes and not even my great inspiration can bring me to do what I love most. Pale skin, eyes of eventide, crimson lips, a combination that when put together have helped me create in the past, but not these days. Doubts flood the thinking process. A story of horror and darkness I would like to write… yet no words come to mind. A heroic masterpiece of the struggling underdog succeeding his nemesis… that would be nice. Armageddon destroying the world as we know it and the survivors being forced to rebuild and rise from the ashes… all of these ideas, but just that… ideas.
I wrote this out of boredom in response to my writers block. A friend told me that his cure for writers block is to keep writing. Just push through it, so this is me kind of doing that.
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It is a great narrative on how you were feeling. I hope you got through the block. I also find that playing a bit of "rock Band" or "guitar hero" help get the creative juices flowing. I was stuck on chapter 17 with Pools of Ebony, but found that once i had an idea for the next chapter i was able to write through.
This was a really great poem and i hope you write more like it.
This was phenomenal. I despise that feeling where you know what you want to write and you feel it yet you cannot express it. It leaves you feeling helpless. This really makes you connect to everyone this piece and that is brilliant. Haha you had writer's block yet you wrote your own masterpiece with it =]
as a writer, I found this helpful.
as a gothic, I found the parts at the end about armageddon exciting and transformational.
I wish I wrote this good when I was bored.
most I pop off round my mates and shop for shoes
cheers
Writer's block is the worst thing... EVER. I'm pretty sure of that. I've had a bit of that lately with my book, but I'm working on it. I always heard the best thing to do is to get out and do stuff with friends, take a yoga class, go to the mall/movies, listen to music, etc. I know most of my ideas and scenes come at the most random times.
Now the funny part would've been if you had gotten writer's block while writing about writer's block :D
I'm indeed glad mishi sent me this, I really enjoyed reading it, and the way
you brought it together, its awsome writing my friend. keep up the good work.
"Armageddon destroying the world as we know it and the survivors being forced
to rebuild and rise from the ashes… all of these ideas, but just that… ideas.
I am a man of simple tastes, but not even my great inspiration can bring me to do what I love most. Pale skin, eyes of eventide, crimson lips, a combination that when put together have helped me create in the past, but not these days.
A lot of creative "ideas" floating around in this piece for someone blocked..
As a matter of fact, this write itself is an indication that your creativity
is well in tact and active.... :) Write the ideas anyway -- even if you don't like them.
You can always edit... edit, edit, edit... breaks right through those invisible walls. :)
It is a great narrative on how you were feeling. I hope you got through the block. I also find that playing a bit of "rock Band" or "guitar hero" help get the creative juices flowing. I was stuck on chapter 17 with Pools of Ebony, but found that once i had an idea for the next chapter i was able to write through.
This was a really great poem and i hope you write more like it.
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Haha. I like this. It describes exactly how I feel when I get writer's block.
"This rudderless world is not shaped by vague metaphysical forces. It is not God who kills the children. Not fate that butchers them or destiny that feeds them to the dogs. It's us. Only us." ~Rorscha.. more..