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.
No inspiration.
Take a sip of beer.
Didn't help.
My head hurts.
Can't think clearly.
Time to call it quits.
And yet.
I can write this..........
Go figure.
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Sick mind. Letting my dark passenger run free. Kik: puddy1980
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.
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.
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...
Opuss seems so...empty, My feed is just the same, It would be nice to see, A different style or a name.
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.
White paper note blank. Like a long white coat No ideas.
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.
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.
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