Writer's BlockA Poem by Wonderland AsylumMy bum warms the couch I sit on, I try to think deep, "Work brain, work! Oh, come on." I see chaps around me, younger than I am, Writing stories of fairies, vampires, goblins..."Damn!" Poems that they compose are adequately horrid, I reaffirm from google, "They must've copied". My heart gets broken, And my emotions shattered; A little later I realize it had been my own skills that I should've watered. I sit down now, determined as never before, With a pen and a paper, my brain today I shall explore. The fire's in my eyes, and passion wells up inside my gut, All the jaundiced thoughts I close shut. Today is the day, I will refashion history, My writings will discard other works as paltry. With one swift lift, my pen is up, The nib touches the crisp page, and ink spreads like a syrup. "I'm working on a masterpiece", I remind myself, Once it gets out, there'll be no deficit of pelf. Proud of my genius, I bring myself to write, Like a intellect on work, my nails I bite. The ballpen, true to it's name, starts to roll; One word follows the other, as if they were out on a stroll. Soon, I learn it was just my name I wrote, "Catrina Philips: a legend", so to quote. I'd pictured the accompanied glory, But only God can tell what is the f*****g story. "If not now, never it is" I press on my mind in hope it lits. I think hard, as hard as I can, But possible it was not, away my imagination had ran. "I have to think of something... Something...landscapes?" I push it hard into my brain, so hard, it just goes blank. Back to square one, this is insane. I am insane, repeating the same thing, expecting something else to happen. Why can't I write! Whatever, I'll just quit this act, and discontinue my dream of being a poet. © 2017 Wonderland AsylumFeatured Review
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4 Reviews Added on November 8, 2017 Last Updated on November 9, 2017 AuthorWonderland AsylumReedley, CAAboutAlternative, shy, loves music. I typically keep to myself, and am not very expressive. But when I write, it's like I'm some place else. I've been gone for a while, and I'm working on getting back.. more..Writing
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