Meaningless

A poem about me trying to write a short story but unable to.

ashamed at times
my counterfeit claims
broken pencils lay faceless
empty paper their graves
unspoken alphabets
dusty, decayed
a trigger finger itch
fires only blanks
crumpled paper mountains
fresh sheets untamed
a graphite grifter
unknown, unnamed

Reviews

[Lost, n'MT]

You really got me wondering just how much time and energy you put into each poem. I wonder whether you're a perfectionist who obsesses over every single word or whether this is all comes naturally through raw emotion while coming out effortlessly. I'd imagine it's a combination of both to some degree. Either way, I cannot believe that one can write the poems I've been reading without going through deep and dark pain that I didn't think could be depicted so intensely while making it appear effortlessly in the process. This piece in particular brought back memories that I am sure the majority of writers on here can relate to, sometimes on a frequent basis. Some get derailed or dejected, but you turned that energy into this remarkable piece and I am just blown away. Your style is ingenious, and I hope you realize the talent that you possess. I look forward to reading more of your writings, and how you combat writer's block over the years as I catch up in reading your pieces. Great stuff!!

[LapseOfMind]

Honestly, I usually don't spend more than 30 minutes on a particular piece. I usually sit outside and write to let out emotions that are in me that threaten to control my mood. My first draft is always my final draft. I never go back and change anything or think too hard on a line. I just let out the emotion within me and words somehow form. I really do appreciate you taking the time to read and review my work and the positive feedback and comments you leave. Makes me feel like I'm pretty ok at writing.

[Lost, n'MT]

That is amazing to hear (both the duration and only having one darft), but I suppose it makes sense the best writings and songs seem to come pouring out without feeling forced whatsoever. I am just amazed by both the quality and quantity of your writings. Lol yes, I would say so, your humility is commendable.

[J3ssInJupit3r]

Writers block at its best. It really knows how to get you when you least expect it. Damn beast. I really liked this poem. It felt kind of floaty to me, like a shiftless dream that doesn't seem to have a beginning or an end. Its really good and original. I love it.

[LapseOfMind]

I'm happy that you enjoyed it. It felt great to write it as it helped me combat writers block

[Coyote Poetry]

I liked the way you described the hunger to write and you can't. I learn years ago. Can't force out words. Need to find them. The strong description was real and true. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[LapseOfMind]

It crazy how sometimes you want write so badly but make it worse by trying to force it. Thank you for reading

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome.

[Mel Lisa]

despair, brokenness, sadness. these are the feelings I got when reading this. want to reach out and hug the poet! emotionally driven piece. loved it

[LapseOfMind]

I accept all hugs happily :)

[Relic]

Well written account of being a writer. There are often no road signs to guide our way. Everything is empty until we create through a lot of work. Great poem.

[LapseOfMind]

Thank you much, being a writer is tough. Luckily, recently I've discovered the main cause of my block: stress.

[VALORMORE DE PLUME]

This is delightfully playful. A resplendent quantification of the space that lay beneath the hesitant pen.

[LapseOfMind]

lol yeah, I wrote that as I sat, frustrated in my frozen truck, outside my work while waiting for the clock to run down to tell me I had to start work. All I wanted to do was write but no...I had to work. My muse was itching yet I couldn't scratch, so I wrote that.