You know that feeling you get when you need to write something,
but you think of about everything else, perhaps that you should be studying?

The poem that I could not write went a little bit like this.
It happens to all of us, the stressed out kids.

When your brain just doesn’t seem to connect to the pencil,
and the paper just won't reflect to your thoughts, and still,

You have a passion when you are writing,
I mean, its honestly the fire that your imagination needs for igniting,

But its the very thing,
That has your brain in a freeze,

And maybe when you are writing and it is forced,
it may seem like a disease.

Like if you need to write an one thousand word history essay,
and you type words until your eyes feel like they’ve been sprayed,
Yes, with pepper spray.

Maybe you’re doing something you enjoy instead of writing that essay,
Like getting ice cream,
but then you’ll find yourself back with
the same thing.

A brain freeze.

So then you’ll delete file after file,
and crumple up paper after paper,
until your mind has walked miles and miles.

And where do you find yourself?
A poem about ice cream?
Maybe.

Or maybe it’ll be a poem,
A poem that you could not get just right,
A poem, that I could not write.