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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,
As she sits to write, so many thoughts cloud her subconscious.
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,
Paper's all around, Shavings of pencil and ereaser, The effect of writers block.
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