Writers block

Writers block

A Poem by WindsorWolf28

Just something I wrote when I couldn't think of anything. A lot of people on another site said they liked it. Hope you all enjoy it as well!!

Nothing that I write is any good,
The words will not flow from my lips,
A drumming sound from my fingertips.

The snow is falling,
My mom is calling,
My skin is crawling.

And out of desperation,
From my chair I've fallen.

Nothing I say
Sound good
Any which way.

My paper is to crumpled,
My pen has not enough ink,
Spellcheck is getting on my nerves,
And my room really stinks.

Someone is banging on my door,
My music just doesn't help anymore,
My clothes are strewn about the floor.

I just can't write anymore!

My thinking is forced
And my lips stay shut,
My mind refuses to think,
And my eyes wildly glance about.

Many facepalms later,
Many calling on haters,
Many thoughts of a shower,
And thoughts of finishing in an hour

Writer's block still kicked my butt,
But at least I wrote something fun.

© 2014 WindsorWolf28

Author's Note

Just enjoy it.

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Oh dear. We have all been in this situation.
"Writer's block still kicked my butt,But at least I wrote something fun"

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Added on March 27, 2014
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Pasadena, MD

I'm a depressed person, that doesn't make me suicidal. I love to write. I hate math. I write mostly poetry and short stories. more..