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My pen has run out of ink, My pencil has broken lead, The hole for words in my head has closed up, And my whole creative side is dead.
Sometimes I'd wonder what it be like if they knew what I do when I'm "down in the dumps." I know that I'd be judged by some and hated by a few, even if I am working on pulling myself through.
Hello again, and today is Friday, January 25, 2013. I feel that as of late I've been stuck in a rut. Not only in my writing, but in school, and life in general.
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've lost my tinder box, And my fire has gone out... I've got no one to help me light it. No sparks that scream and shout. Should I let the logs go cold... Or try and find a flint.
It seems that I have lost my voice. Let myself go, it was not my choice. It seems that spark I once has died. Thought about writing, I actually tried. It seems like I have gone & disappeared.
I cannot think, I cannot write, I cannot fathom why, I cannot even read a page, I think my brain has died.
I have so much to say...just no words to say them with. I hate that for days I've come on here every day hoping to write something...but just stare at a blank screen for hours at a time.
I seem to have no words None will spring to mind My imagination seems lost Creativity I can't find I feel a little bit lost For words are my life Like I'm just floating Or falling in flight Where...
I don't know what to write, It's like my words have taken flight, Left me without a light, Gave me quite a fright, I gave up without a fight.
I don't no what has happened My work has come to a halt Trying hard to produce something It's really not my fault.
'What's wrong with you, gurny gob?' The fair young thing inquired Sitting there beside me, Beautiful, simply attired.
Must admit to getting worried To where have all Opussians scurried.
Oh Opuss. I feel that a lack of inspiration, and a general feeling of melancholy means that I am unable to write anything of interest today. I am drawing a blank with "Devil Inside" at the moment.
I feel a bit uninspired at the moment. Do you ever get those times where nothing you write seems good enough. It's ever so depressing.