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Writer's Block: A Poem

Writer's Block: A Poem

A poem I wrote when I was struggling with writer's block.

 
Writer's Block: A Poem

Why does the page stay blank,
and stare at me?
my pen does not move,
nor will it construct those elegant words again.

The creativity has vanished
leaving behind a text of emptiness.
My conscience is a blurr,
and is wandering through my mind without guidence.

I can sit for hours,
days,
weeks,
with the white glare of the computer screen
shining into my eyes,
burning them, and forcing them to cry.

I turn over the empty pages,
I look over the story unwritten,
and there is only one thing that I can say...
the end.
 
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  • Well, then...
    Posted Aug 15, 2008
    -6
    As tofishebe said, conveys our collective struggles of putting words on paper.

    In the first place, it didn't flow very well. The stanzas were uneven like my Uncle Tom's teeth, and most of it seems forced, in a way. Like you had a case of writer's block, and needed to get rid of it b... (read more)
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  • Aug 20, 2008
    Obviously, this topic is quite relateable to the people one this site.

    However, I have to agree with an earlier comment. A bit of a miss.

    Although it may be tempting to solve writer's block by writing about it, I would avoid it. Or stick closer to prose, if you feel you must.
  • Aug 19, 2008
    Eh...
    It's a nice effort, but
    You chose a topic that's a little too close to home.
    When showing this to other writers, you're letting it loose on a community of people that have almost unquestionably felt the same thing, time and time again. There's so many different shades to writers block, that you can't sum it up in a captivating way without very picky word choice.
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