The Typewriter and the Desk
The desk sits there in the room Untouched Bits of cardboard and plastic surround the desk from when it was unwrapped The writer enters the room This makes the seventh time in the past hour The...
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The desk sits there in the room Untouched Bits of cardboard and plastic surround the desk from when it was unwrapped The writer enters the room This makes the seventh time in the past hour The...
Pen to paper doesn't seem hard Yet it's more challenging than you think, Words scrambled around my mind As my head begins to sink.
My minds been blank all day, I really don't have anything to say. Sitting here trying to write something, I'd be happy if I could write anything.
Seriously guys What's with me these days.
Searching for fortune and fame. But you don't even know my name. Just words on a empty page. Emotions of anger, happiness, joy and rage. I tell you my fears. Though sometimes I'm in tears.
Is it too late. Have I been forgotten. In a month's time After all I had gotten. Am I not remembered. Does no one care. Have I lost my touch. Am I just no longer there.
I'm having major writer's block. My mind is blank. Even though I just composed a poem for the color challenge, it's come back again. Help.
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,.
To all the people who actually enjoyed my stories like "How a little girl ruined my life" "Diary of a wimpy vampire, and "What a wonderful world," I am so sorry.
Staring at this empty page. It's same-width lines a paper cage. So many thoughts I know are there, But all I do is sigh and stare. Wishing I could write and write, Instead the page looks on with...
MinxMolly talks of coursework stress And RichWithey's going insane Compared to both of those two I am boring weak and plain My poems are all unstructured They talk of stupid things Is this the path...
I'm sitting here Trying to write But the words won't flow This just isn't right What could I say See, want, hear I've got writers block Love, death, fear Most days I could say anything Complete it...
I wish I could write as well as you do, producing masterpieces everyday. I wish I could write as well as you do, I still have so much left to say.
Standing at the unmistakable precipice, Surveying all that he had penned; The inevitable was upon him; A brilliant mind on which, he could no longer depend.
I'm having a writer's block, I'm not sure what to do. I know what I want to write, But I'm not sure how to.
I haven't had a like, since yesterday morning. Has my writing quality gone down. I feel like i'm going to drown. Opuss seems so cold and harsh. People don't post so often. They don't even comment.
------------------------------------------ | My mind has been moulded | | To this rigid, regular block | | All creative curves are flattened | | I'm as slow and thick as a rock.
Ok so I have writers block,. I cannot shift this feeling,. I look down at my paper,. My subconscious is reeling,. I know what I want to say,. But exactly how do I say it,. The plot is in my head,.
I wish I had a business head But I don't So I could do what I wanted But I won't I have the product But I'm stuck What to do next.
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.
A pen and paper. Words in my head. Hours sitting there. And not a single. Word written. I'm losing it. My mind is dulling. Loosing its shape. My imagination. Lost its color. Seeping from my heart.
I tried to please you, showed you my skill Mockery was all I received, a bitter pill. You continue to kill my passion, throw my love to the wind, Evil thoughts of retribution throw me towards sin.
I said a very long time ago that I was writing a fantasy novel. I haven't stopped writing that fantasy novel, just things keep getting in the way. Most predominately, school.
When I write. It doesn't come as freely. As I would like. My mind is at war. and Its for freedom I fight. An abundance of words. For my deliverance in verse. Within my mind. I acquire to find.