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.
Where's the inspiration,
That could have been?
No words,
No rhymes.
It's empty,
Bad times.
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Opuss seems so...empty, My feed is just the same, It would be nice to see, A different style or a name.
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 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,.
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 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...
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.
White paper note blank. Like a long white coat No ideas.
Half-formed sentences. Incomplete ideas. The poet's mind flits between them all, A nervous butterfly not sure where to land. Everything is inspiring.
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