Writers Block

by Brittany C   Oct 31, 2008


Blank paper on the table
pen in your hand
but no ideas are coming,
nothing worth saying.

Your mind is as empty
as the paper in front of you
sitting there it's laughing at you,
it always seems to mock.

You are upset because nothing is coming,
so you begging to read the poems
others have written and then suddenly
your mind becomes full to the brim
with new wonderful ideas.

Putting pen to paper your ideas flow
like a stream on to the paper,
it is now glaring at you
it was hoping that you would fail.
But you showed it who was boss.

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  • 15 years ago

    by Hollymariee

    A simple idea that is easy to relate to .. Not quite enough for a 5/5 though because it doesn't really have the "wow" factor . 4/5

  • 15 years ago

    by Katie

    I can totally relate! I hate it when I can't put my words together, but I love it when they just start flowing. Great job!

  • 15 years ago

    by SilentSuicide

    I love how ironic this is. must have had NO idea what to write so you write about JUST THAT. so awsome :]]

  • 15 years ago

    by Ingrid

    I really liked this poem and how you came out a winner!
    Way to go girl!

    Hugs,

    5/5 Ingrid

  • 15 years ago

    by Jenni Marie

    "Blank paper on the table
    pen in your hand
    but no ideas are coming,
    nothing worth saying."

    ^^ Ohhhhhhhh how true is this! I think every writer has been affected with this curse at some point in their lives..

    "Your mind is as empty
    as the paper in front of you
    sitting there it's laughing at you,
    it always seems to mock."

    ^^ I love this, it's so true that it seems to be mocking you while you sit and think over and over but nothing comes to mind.

    "You are upset because nothing is coming,
    so you begging to read the poems
    others have written and then suddenly
    your mind becomes full to the brim
    with new wonderful ideas.

    Putting pen to paper your ideas flow
    like a stream on to the paper,
    it is now glaring at you
    it was hoping that you would fail.
    But you showed it who was boss. "

    ^^ I love these stanzas, the way you showed that you can still write, that you just needed some inspiration..it was beautiful, and the last line made me smile.