Out of Bounds

Love this piece and the struggle of writing a poem.
The up and downs we as a poet go through trying to create a good piece of art is always tough, mainly when nothing comes to mind or no emotions guide you.
You described it well here, the struggle. The metaphor of playing basketball in attempt to create a poem is a perfect illustration, so vivid and clear.
Awesome work.

This is actually quite funny and totally relatable...

The waste basket is overflowing
filled with crinkled paper
trying to find the right words
each page smeared with confusion.
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I can really relate to this...I know a lot of people now just use their computers when writing and edit out as they go but...I have screwed up bits of paper everywhere lol!!!!

My pen is almost out of ink,
as well as my patience.

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I'd have another look at this part the way it's reading right now is that your patience is almost out of ink too..do you understand?

For the past hour,
all I've done is waste trees and play basketball
with my failed attempts of poetry.

I see you've actually thought about the trees you've wasted in your efforts so...that's always a good sign!

Blocking my every move,
never scoring enough points,
or I keep knocking the ball out of bounds.

The buzzer scores,
I've ran out of time,
I've lost this game,
maybe next time

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Hey....Over all I did enjoy this..you have a sense of humour in your writing that I hope will develop over time....