Unwritten..A Poem by +Naomi+
I bend over the piece of paper,
it's crisp and smells of ink. I imagine words covering it, a masterpiece.... I scribble my N at the corner, just as I do with everything, and I try think up something. I try to picture that story. I can't though. A hour later, I still sit. Nothing has been written. My minds blank, My back's hunched forward, my forehead creased. I let the pen drop, and I get up from the chair. I can't write.... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I'm sorry I haven't written much, I'm running out of ideas. I don't want to do something cheesy or anything but I'm having trouble. Writer's Block is consuming my mind... Can I say Help? :P lol
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17 Reviews Added on January 14, 2011 Last Updated on January 14, 2011 Author+Naomi+Chicago, ILAboutHey. I'm Naomi Williams. I'm 13 years old and have been writing since...well ever since I can remember. I tend to write some really weird poetry that usually comes out of what I'm feeling at that mome.. more..Writing
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