Blocked.....A Poem by AlaskaI sat down in front of my desk and I just could't write a coherent sentence. I tried time and time again, but the floor was quickly covered in crumbled paper balls and meaningless sentences. I tried to blame it on writers block, but I knew that wasn't it. You can't find gold unless you dig for it, getting rid of the dirt covering it. You can't find your next poem, song or short story unless you throw away all the bullshit memories that are clogging your mind. & unfortunately that seems like the most difficult thing to do...!
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