Training Wheels [?]

How tragic 

I've lost my will to write

I've lost my touch

I can no longer conjure up poems worth reading 

Nor short stories

How bittersweet 

They say that you never forget how to ride a bike

So why can't I remember how to write? 

Have I been broken one too many times?

Has society damaged my ability to create?

I haven't written in months 

Not truly 

Not from the heart

There's a hole in these chapters I bleed 

I was in love 

And now that love is gone 

I've ripped up the keys in this piano 

A falter in my voice

I crack under the pressure 

I cry out for help

My mind is damaged 

This poem is pointless 

Hopelessly generic 

Have drugs become the end of me?

I have had enough 

I have had enough 

I wish to dream again 

I wish to draw new worlds with words 

I don't want to be bland like everyone else

I will get back on that bike 

Reviews

[Danielle Anatomyy]

There is great passion in this one, "Jens Books" is right. "I wish to draw new worlds with words." You do. Every time I read another one of your pieces something inside me unravels. I discover new sides to my self, new ways to believe. You inspire me. Your writing, is infallible, and this poem, dear to my heart.

[jennifer little]

wow wonderful write .. great passion in this write keep up the good work

[JC]

writing about not being able to write...reminds me of Bukowski but your own voice, you have a lifetime to put it all down, don't despair those moments you don't write, you're simply living and making sense of everything so far, and then, maybe when you least expect it they will flow out like a torrent...just as this poem did, and it was great for me to read because I can relate...that is truth.

[Graveyardfuck]

Thanks man