Writer Blocked by Writer's BlockA Poem by Not hereWriter's block. Don't you hate it?
I'm a little bit
writer's blocked. My brain is a little over-locked. Ever heard of a mind-rocked hurt and beaten man. They mocked. I'm kind of sick and tired of spending my whole life wired to do things that expired long ago. I should be fired and never ever rehired because I look inspired to go back. Reacquired sayings are the required peace of info. Admired are those who never tired of being the best. Transpired events I never look back on. Those things are very much gone. I take over like Genghis Khan, reclining on the front lawn of living my life thereupon, being who I have to be. I'm forced to fight, and forced to see pieces of me I never could be. Why be me? Why set free loose-leaf trees on bended knee? Agree with me that I could flee, instead of be and try to foresee the future. We are just crazy. I feel lazy, so now sorry. I'm out the door, not on the floor. Should I soar? Should I do more? Most of all, can I change your life with words I say. Adore me or adore me not, sure. Now, I will try to find a cure for this writer's block mentality. To be honest, the brutality of this is above normality. Now, I need to go back into my large stock and dig deeper. Curse this writer's block!
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