House Built of Writer's Block

by JaneDoeWrites   Dec 11, 2014


Behind these marbled
composition doors, there's
no composure to the secrets
tucked within the bindings of
it's pages- where my limitless
thoughts have been set on display,
arranged messily on the shelves
of these faint, pale-blue lines.

As if past lovers are bookmarks
to my caliginous writes, and inspiration
is readily drawn from the inks of
melancholia and madness, my
predestined fates were penned invisibly
(before time was time, and life was life)
on anxious, bare pages.

Those pages
harbored the ships of my
self-discovery and self-destruction;
my journal, a postcard collection of
all my experiences and it lay ever-listening,
abandoning judgement with its arms
outstretched- never fussing when I've
gone off sailing for too long when
inspiration had managed to
escape me.

My journal,
a reference book for
heartache and bereavement,
serving as a testament that no matter
how horrid my past may be- I can still
close those marbled composition doors,
and evade fate a little,
and a little

more.

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  • 8 years ago

    by DarkLight

    You have a good taste of writing. it pulls and shout to be read. Win well deserved.

  • 8 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    Brilliant - read three times and got better with each read.

  • 9 years ago

    by Baby Rainbow

    I really adore the creativeness the author has shown within this poem, especially since the topic is about the absence of inspiration to write, and yet something this good has been achieved. The personal touches of the journal show just how much writing means to this character, and how it has helped them cope with the pain in their past, and how it really tells the story of them, and who they are. Very creative title to match a wonderfully penned poem. Well done!

  • 9 years ago

    by John Doe

    No words!No words exist to describe it!

  • 9 years ago

    by Poet on the Piano

    Such a neat poem and telling of your journey while writing, and those times when inspiration is absent. One of my favorite parts was the third stanza and how you tied in the "ships of my self-discovery and self-destruction" and how your journal lay waiting for you when you were out sailing, almost like you were trying to find some place to land, to focus, to be inspired.

    A really reflective piece and the ending stuck with me, how much power the past can have on us or how much control we have in letting in affect us in the present day... yet there's almost an ominous tone in the end that we can't always close the doors, sometimes we have to resolve what is in the past even if we have to revisit it in a writing or another method.

    Congrats on the win - it's an honor to share the front page with you!

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