Distractions: Writer's Block At It's Worst!
By saturatedloneliness6
Writer's Block: more annoying than a fly
I wish I could break away from this,
It's killing me not to write anything worth a damn,
and all along, it's there on the tip of my tongue
The missing words I have been searching for..
The puzzle piece that fell on the floor and was vaccumed up
The one thing that makes the picture complete
Gives the face an eyeball...
It hurts at times, not being able to express how I feel inside
I want to burst out with something so creative
It will leave everyone with tears in their eyes..
My life is not the best, I have my problems too
But I guess my biggest problem is the inability
To go day-by-day and not bottle things up in my throat
It pisses me off to an extreme!
I want to yell, kick and scream!
It seems the more I feel these feelings,
the less I am able to accomplish with the one thing
That keeps me going in my life..
The mindset that is needed to write an amazing poem..
It's like a whole bunch of bees are buzzing around my head
Distractions, distractions, distractions...left and right.
It never fails..
But, I find the best thoughts come
When there is one constant, humming noise..
Like that of a vaccum
And if it weren't 1:14am, I would bust that thing out
let it run, and think as hard as i could...
But there again, is a problem.
It is 1:14am and I can't go waking up the whole house
Because my writer's block has gotten to the point
Where only the vaccum makes me think hard enough
To inspire an amazing write.
So all I have to say is:
I hate writer's block..I want to chop it into little pieces
And throw it into the ocean.
That way NO ONE else will ever have to experience this..
The headache that comes from thinking
When there is clearly nothing to be thought.
Comments on "Distractions: Writer's Block At It's Worst!"
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A former member wrote:
(Aleas)*laughs* I'm a poultry man...simply reflecting on something that pulls apart very easily once heat is applied, hence..bbq'ed chook, am I a freak ...yes, would I have it any other way...no. you hit my favorites with that last post brother, cheers.
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On Thursday, May 29, 2008, Aleas
(169) wrote:
I don't think After_Hours could have said it any better. And that's two poems in a row he's beat me to comment while saying exactly what I was thinking (except the "cooked fucking chook" part...i can't say those three words in succession crossed my mind). Anyways! The thrill/want/desire to write the next amazing line often trumps the message we are trying to send and stunts the thought process, until we are no longer writing/thinking about the feeling, but fretting over just how much we want to impress and show our writing prowess. The meaning gets lost in the shuffle. Suffice to say, most things don't need colorful prose to pack a punch. You write for you.
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A former member wrote:
I'm not going to tell you to take a walk, or take a deep breath...just go over all the little incidences that have happened to you over the years and pick it apart like a cooked fucking chook, you'll find shit loads of bones.