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F O R M Y P E A C E O F M I N D A N D F O R M Y O W N S A N I T Y A N
D M Y S P I R I T B U T A L S O F O R M Y C A R E E R A N D M Y F U T U
R E A N D M Y F R I E N D S A N D M Y F A M I L Y I A M D O I N G O N E
Block this, block that
Black this, black that
I am sick and tired
Of seeing the hatred
It had been over a month
And I hadn’t written anything
Nothing substantial
Or meaningful
Or otherwise legible
No love poems
Or hate poems
Or poems about my brokenness
Whoopee, new material!!
(New poem, but old frustration... to anybody who can suggest
I'm Building Blocks ...
While Those On Top Prefer To .... " BLOCK " ....
That's ILLOGICAL Ask ... " Mister Spock " ... ?!?!?
Human Nature Goes With DANGER ... !!!
As It Now Does With Greed For Paper ... !?!
I don’t get like this often
When it happens, I feel my heart soften
My body shivers with discontent
Not sure of what I am meant
To do, to feel,
I feel as if I'm a block of chalk
who nobody sees
Why can't I be seen?
Because so many personalities
stand out way more pronounce than me
I am merely a shadow in their presences
Let it flow, let it be
Out on pages from your mind
Grammer won't get you fined
Spelling doesn't count on creativity
Single minds don't get their way
english teachers set up laws
Writers BlockWriters BlockWriters BlockWriters BlockWriters Block
N E E D I N S P I R A T I O N . . . . .
My brain is melting right now .
Sitting at a desk in front of a screen with a blinking line
My fingers don’t touch any keys,
But rather they trace the edges of a box,
A pen that flows
Is a pen that knows
What it wants
And where to go
But when it stops
It gets stuck
Like myself
In a rut
There are things
That I could write
But none of my words
