Nothingness

writers block has gotten the best of me today

The sun beats down on the cold diamond snow.

I can feel the warmth through my window. 

The heat radiating off of my skin.

The shadows on my cheeks dance playfully off my lashes

As I sit at this wooden desk thinking of what to write.

My cup of java to the right, pen and paper to my left,

And a blank mind, I have nothing.

 

Oddly, today I have no inspiration.

Thoughts twist and turn through my rollercoaster brain

And I often have trouble keeping up with them.

But at this very moment, unlike the days of success

My mind is as barren as a lonely, ghost of a desert.

I pry the bars that constrain my adventurous mind,

But even then, I have only freed nothingness.

Just, a blank mind, nothing.

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

Should i add more?

Reviews

[Chris38]

Well this is you at a barren moment? I wish I could write of my writers block like this. An outstanding poem and I don't believe you could ever have a blank mind.

[GreenSkeleton16]

hahaha its crazy that writing down how u feel at a current moment can be turned into a poem :)
i liked how u described the situation

[kuru]

freed nothingness....i liked that line, i guess your writer's block inspired you to write :)

[OT]

sometimes the most ridiculous things spawn great poems!! my Ode To A Writer was made in regards to writers block as well! and it turned out being my favourite haha when it's effortless it flows, and just clicks, much like this!! nice strong oxymorons - contrasting heat with cold - reflecting confusion and the block!! great!

[Ashley Myers]

yeah able to write About writers block lmao

[D S Rollins]

I don't think anything should be added, it's ironic how it's about writers block, and yet you were still able to write something!