Writers Block

Writers Block

A Poem by RooChild
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Writer’s Block
Hello good stranger; your face is new.
If you’ve never been here, then I welcome you.
I’m a writer on this block, as are my neighbors.
Their nice people, till they run out of paper.
I lived here for years perfecting my craft.
We litter the streets with endless rough drafts.
Inspired by life, we write everyday.
Everyone always has something to say.
Greedy desires we tend to avoid.
The bigger the ego, the more it annoys.
Stories of truth written on walls;
Letters to god on bathroom stalls.
Bums on the block, write for food.
A chapter a sandwich: a song for some soup.
At night we sleep, dreams can inspire.
We even hang poems on telephone wires.
The writers are different, no one’s the same.
Some write when their happy, some write when insane.
So find your muse, and write your thoughts.
It’s what to do at Writers Block.

© 2011 RooChild


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RooChild
RooChild

LOS ANGELES, CA



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