Writers Block

March 11, 2011
The paper stares blankly at me
Counting the seconds
Sucking any glimpse of an idea from
my grasp
My mind is a void,
of deep infinite nothing
The words fall from pen to paper with a meaningless thud
I scratch them out, those two- dimensional words

An epidemic races across my mind
Thoughts wither to nothing, creativity dies
I can't think
Motionless, the pen sits in my hand
Too weak to write
It looks up at me with sad guilt
Like a puppy after it's been scolded

I tap my feet restlessly
I drum chipped fingernails on the desk
I chew my tongue until it's raw
Slowly, I put my pen down
I turn away from the page's mocking stare
I don't want to write anyways.

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MyConstRuctd_IdentiTy said...
Apr. 3, 2011 at 8:07 pm

*imagine this next bit about the cookie as if Hammy the 'Rabbid" squirrel were saying it lol*


I want the cookie!!!!! Give me the cookie!!!! Cookie!!!!!


I think I like this expanded version better than the original. Much more... creative? imaginative? I like it. :) Oh, and I'll rate you a five out of five.

flyingpinkgiraffes This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
Apr. 3, 2011 at 8:32 pm
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