Writers' Block.

She reminds me,

As usual,

To pick up my pencil

And write -

Something, or anything.

I add fuel to the Fire.

When did she stop speaking in fragments?

When was the last time

               We threw away our pride

               Just long enough

               To look each other

                           In the eye?

But she’s wrong,

You see,

Because I am writing every day.

There are poems resounding

               In powerful echoes

               Against the matter of my skull.

There are rhymes and words and whispers

               But it is she who reminds me

To make it concrete

               Like Jimmy Hoffa;

So here I am -

Pencil in hand.

Reviews

[Kanani]

I love this :) The exact thoughts of a writer.
haha:D