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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
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... (
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