Blank Writing

Blank Writing

A Poem by Kyle
"

have you ever suffered from writers block?

"

 

 

 

 

 

 

Blank Writing

 

I’m trying to write but I can not form words

This pen lingers between my twig-like fingers,

Floating above my paper,

As if a magnet was trying to repel my beliefs,

Thrusting them back towards me

All of my resources obstructed,

Through the view of my blind eyes

 

Dots of sweat begin to formulate upon my head,

Inside my brain,

Flooding my emotions, blurring my thoughts

Like water to ink,

Distorting my ambitions

 

I can’t unbolt my subconscious,

I do not know who I am any more,

Have I changed?

Have I faded into a shell of my former self?

A shadow of a human being?

Who is this stranger seizing control?

In my home,

In my body,

Holding my pen,

the monarch of my mind.

 

 

My free will has become corrupt,

I can no longer think for myself

societal stereotypes now control my vision

I once observed the world as a whole,

Through a birds eye-view

But now, my eyes have been plucked

Individualism criticized

My rights forbidden

useless in todays opinion 

 

I am empty

Unable to open up,

To the world,

To myself,

To you,

And as this stranger continues to sit

Staring vacantly through my blind eyes,

Holding on to a pen that won’t write,

And a mind that cant think,

The blank paper laughs at my absence

 

 

© 2009 Kyle


Author's Note

Kyle
have you ever suffered from writers block?

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I like how you incorporated the one thing you hate about yourself into it. :) The way you chose your words make it seem like you were born to be a writer (yeah, one famous writer/artist was reincarnated in you). And I especially like your last line "The blank paper laughs at my absence." Just watch punctuation. So much for writers block ;)

Posted 16 Years Ago


Mhm... seems all too familiar. The oil covering the water of life. :) A nice poem on a frustrating subject. Your imagery is beautiful, and your depth shines through. Reminds me of too many times when I've tried to write or draw but couldn't. Horrible. A wonderful poem once again.... Kudos to you.

Posted 16 Years Ago



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somewhere south of "over the rainbow", and east of "no-man's land".............wait... or was it somewhere north of "no-mans land" and east of "over the rainbow".....crap!.......i think im lost!!???



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