Why NOT a Sunshine Scribbler? {Not done due to writers block}
By melodies revisited
Cursed with this gift
Some
nights I'm up so late
Words flow and shift
The burden is so great
Ideas swirling in my head
Sometimes I feel so alive
But
others, I'm just dead
I don't even have to strive
They
just flow from my hands
Like snakes onto the screen
As I give
into the demands
That make me want to scream
If I do not
write for a while, I fall
Into a pit of anxious intolerance
I
seem to think of nothing at all
And everything, all at once
Then, when I try to write again,
My mind goes blank and I
Fell
so absolutely slain
That the thoughts have died
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Copyright 2010 melodies revisited
Published on Monday, January 4, 2010.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
Author's Note:
I hate writer's block! Gah.... How's that for ironic?Comments on "Why NOT a Sunshine Scribbler? {Not done due to writers block}"
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A former member wrote:
Love it! Very nice response!:)
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A former member wrote:
Hells yeah, lllexa! It's like you captured this feeling in a jar and brought it in for show and tell. It's spot on :) I love it.