If I could I would write a poem now.
But my inspiration disappears somehow.
But alright, I only want you to read something I post.
But at night, that's when I post the most.
I try to write a thing.
But I end up staring at the wall, maybe not even blink.
Trying to creat something good.
Will write it of I could.
Here I am writing a poem after all.
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Hello everyone!! I am 16years old. I am just another teen girl who likes to write. Everything I write is originally by me. I like books. Traveling. Music. My phone. And to skate on my skateboard. Peace and love to you all <3
My sea of inspiration is running a little (a lot) dry, I sit with Opuss in my hands and all I can do is sigh.
What to write. My inspiration, it's gone. Day or night. I always write two poems maybe one. Why?. Cant I write something good. My mind isn't being creative as it should. Now I am thinking and...
My lips are sealed I cannot speak My inspiration has gone, Should I admit defeat.
I stare at my black leather bound book,. Holding back blank parchment,. Next to it there lies my pen,. And then I realise, with a start,. I'm lost of inspiration,. Been pouring my words out,.
Sit down and write Make words flow on command You expect some great work.
i sit down inspired, by writings admired. passed down through the years, with passion desired. yet, it seems so much lately, i've been so uninspired.
I don't know what to write. But I must write. Chronic writers block I fight. But I must write. I don't know what to do. But I must write. I can't come up with anything for you. But I must write.
Not got much to say today, My brains a little numb Trying to get my rhythm going but the words just won't come.
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