Tap tap tap
A small look up in hope
No inspiration forming
Head down with a sighful mope.
Tap tap tap
Blank paper is still blank.
Ideas have scurried away
Heart is being sank.
Click click click
Changing of a pen
Head in hands moment...
Weeks, almost ten.
Click click click
As so does my head too,
Inspiration won't find itself...
It's something I find or do.
Β©Odd
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Just a some what "odd" girl, living in what feels like a glass box. Hello Opuss, the savour of my sanity. my little private world amongst a life of being watched and watching.
Sitting here, with pen in hand,. And book of parchment on my lap,. When all my thoughts drain out, like sand,. And all my words begin to sap,. The whole day spent, crafting these rhymes,.
It's going to take awhile before any inspiration comes back. Maybe all the way to hell and some time 'round,. "Cut me some slack". I wait around my thoughts for something to arise.
The fire burns deep inside My yearning for to write But deep inside I cannot find The fuel to keep alight.
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.
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...
Time after time I'm writing awful rhymes Losing all my skill Falling down the hill I just can't join the letters Can not do any better Finally hit a wall Now I just fall Nothing good to...
Sit down and write Make words flow on command You expect some great work.
@leelee101 true, but this one isn't about me. I had the writer in Love Actually before all of his papers scatter into the lake... πππ
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