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I think I've lost some inspiration, I guess I'm all leaked out. I'm a dried up river, no water to be found, A hoarse, raspy shout. I'm in tough days right now, I don't need anymore, Problems.
You may think I'm new, But that is not true, I've been here for 10 long months, Just for a while I've been stumped, What to write, how to write, To be quite blunt, This may be shite, But I've...
You may think I'm new, But that is not true, I've been here for 10 long months, Just for a while I've been stumped, What to write, how to write, To be quite blunt, This may be shite, But I've...
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.
Ok, I just don't know what to write about anymore... All poems seem to be depressing and I'm pretty sure everyone is getting annoyed with them because I am. My work is just so stupid these days.
Greetings Opussians of Earth. I need your advice. I'm really not sure what to write. I feel repetitive in my writings, and as if I have succumbed to boredom in my pieces.
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,.
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 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.
Opuss seems so...empty, My feed is just the same, It would be nice to see, A different style or a name.
I want to write. I don't know what about. But I wish that. Something would stick. Nothing is there. Its like it's all. Sucked out of me. All at once. This state of haze. Moved to my writing.
I was sitting here thinking. And that's where it ends. My mind has drawn blank. My dear opuss friends. Maybe it's cause. I'm just feeling tired. The sun has gone down. I'm feeling less wired.
Hey Guys, Don't really know what to write just now. Looking high and low for traces of inspiration that just don't seem to be there. Should I try: Stories. Poems. Or something else.
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...
Drained of energy I sit and stare. Into a blank space with nothing there. Soaked in pain that wont seem to shift. Writting is something to give my spirit a lift. Forcing out words from my empty mind.
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.
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.
Here I sit. Trying to think. But my brain doesn't want to play. Should I continue my story. Maybe some random blog. About nothing in general. But all my mind can see. Is a foggy grey hue. No spark.
Is it a crime to not have the time to rhyme. To not have the capacity for tenacity. The fortitude for a bit of attitude.
Inspiration can come in several ways. Sometimes there's nothing for 3 or 4 days. No words or poems, no lyrics or rhymes. Though I look at my notepads hundreds of times.