Opuss seems so...empty,
My feed is just the same,
It would be nice to see,
A different style or a name.
I just sit here and think away,
I don't know what to write,
My head is empty, still and calm,
There's no ideas in sight.
I check my feed and soon I see,
Another opuss there,
But twenty minutes later,
At the same opuss I stare!
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Hi...just me...being random...!
An empty screen, A full keyboard. An thoughtless mind, No poems stored. Rhymes go by, You watch them flow. Poems of magic, Yet none to go. A full keyboard, An empty screen.
I woke up this morning with nothing to say,. That's unusual what's wrong with me today,. I usually can talk a mile a minute,. Have written a second poem before the first ones finished,.
So it seems I've lost the skill With my words I've lost the will Abandoned here, all alone Words have left me far from home My mind struggles to form a line Maybe this is all a sign Maybe I'm not a...
I have not a word to write The paper's never seemed so white My pen is weeping opaque tears I'm overwhelmed with creeping fears It appears my words have abandoned me In a tacit, calm, cacophony...
White paper note blank. Like a long white coat No ideas.
I'm not quite sure, What do say. What shall I Post today. Maybe a poem, But what about. Ah this heat, Is making me pout. The heat has stripped, My motivation Little miss Curious' Inspiration.
I have nothing interesting to say. The words are dormant today. I have nothing true or profound. The words have gone to ground. I shall remain quiet and still. Let my mind quietly refill.
I try to write, Nothing comes out. Perhaps it's mental drought. I'm out. Or a bad reaction to all the hate. So tired, getting late. Not a broken heart or tortured soul as of late.
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