Writing

Battling against writer's block

 

Pouring out my soul

On a piece of paper

Words flowing

With not rhyme

No reason

Ink on white sheets

One pen runs out

Black gives way to blue

And blue gives way to purple

Until finally I’m done

My soul is on that page

Written for all to see

Spoken for all to hear

And why?

Because I’m a writer

And I decided I could

So pour out your soul

On a blank page

And watch it speak your words

Author's Note

Couldn't think of anything and yet I came up with this

Reviews

[LostCauze[:P]]

Interesting and creative poem, i liked your structure and the topic you covered. Good poem and thanks for the read. :P

[jen -- JG]

Fantastic!!!! And you say you are battling write's block? Anything that comes out is another brick out of that damn wall - and the beast curling up in our heads, stealing our ideas, is so shocked we can still produce something, that he slitheres away and hides. Keep putting thoughts, feelings, ANYTHING down on paper girl, and make that beast keep scurrying away from your light of day.

Well done. HUGS

[The Tao of Bri]

nice work.. I like the progression and you are right as rain.. the poems are parts of our souls we create.. NICE!~B