Writing Syndrome

the nib of my pen is moving fluently
the ink bleeds on paper as poetry
suddenly a word pushed itself unwillingly
out of context, with inapplicability
my pen stopped writing
my hand started shaking
my sentence has ended midway
and the meaning has gone astray
i ripped the paper, throwed it in the bin
forced my hand to handle the pen
reluctantly, i willed myself to iterate
though i know the unwritten will retaliate
so i push my blank books on the ground
where torn out papers are scattered all around
i think to myself that this can't be the end
because what's unsaid demands to be said
now the words that have nowhere to go
flood throughout my body into my soul
then as my eyes experienced waterfalls
my hands wrote with my blood on the walls
and finally after there was red everywhere
i could lastly breathe non-toxic air
i now can leave this dark room behind
rewrite books where words are redefined

Reviews

[Black Jess]

I like when you called it a "syndrome" because it's kinda true ! we become obssessed with writing. sometimes we want to write but we just don't know how to start, and sometimes the ideas just flew instantly on the paper... it's confusing really !
" because the insaid demands to be said '" here's clearly " I like your peom very much " xD
it's something to look forward to read
Good Job ^^

[Amanda Moubarak]

i'm so glad you liked my poem and that you can relate to it. thank you so much for your comment, it means a lot :)

[Chris Shaw]

Writing can cause deep frustration at times. Many is the time I have torn up paper and thrown it in the bin. You express that frustration well and I enjoyed the metaphor you used.

Chris

[Amanda Moubarak]

thank you so much for your kind comment, means a lot that you liked it and that you could relate to it :)

[Chris Shaw]

I think most writers would be able to. I've never met one yet who hasn't had frustration with words.

[Benita-Staebell M - Kin..]

I agree with black Jess
And I love the term of it
being a "syndrome"

I'm obsessed
with words and
I loved this very
much.

[Amanda Moubarak]

thank you so much. glad you liked it. it means a lot

[bigfootprint]

Delightful perspective on a frustrating moment, Amanda. Maybe the red walls are metaphorical forced restraints on a tortured soul crying to be read everywhere.-- Doug

[Amanda Moubarak]

exactly. thank you for your comment and for sharing your thoughts

[Paul Bell]

When the blank is the blank is the blank.
Then suddenly the pen twitches to life, and before you know it a sentence is staring back at you.
If only it didn't always happen at four in the morning.

[Amanda Moubarak]

haha yes it's always after midnight. lol. thank you for your comment :)

[Kelly Scheppers]

"...the ink bleeds on paper as poetry"

It's pretty fascinating how that works, isn't it? I've been at it for twenty plus years, and I'm still amazed at the ebb and flow of it. Good to meet you, Amanda!

[Amanda Moubarak]

yes it's amazing how sometimes words speak for themselves. thank you so much for your comment. very nice to meet you too! :)