Published March 5, 2011
Staring at the blinking cursor,
My mind begins to play it’s game,
Thoughts swell and my imagination wearies,
To find some sort of… bane.
Bane? Really?
Is that the best that I can do?
Self-persecution comes to call,
And I become ever so bleary.
Finally my fingers graze the keys,
As I begin to gape in awe.
That perhaps creativity is still there,
…But maybe that’s just my theory.
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Hope your writer's block lifts soon.
-Kafka
Hello!
At first I had doubts about this poem, but when I had finished reading it, I was just like: "Oh, damn!" I really like this poem. It definitely captures that true frustrating essence of Writer's Block. It was basically like reading through a book of my own thoughts as I would think of the exact same thing when I wouldn't be able to write. My favourite verse was the opening.
I hope you keep posting great poems like this! I shall be following you for more
Regards,
Thien
hahaha nice write!!
and that while your having writers block!!
Haha, I love it. Especially, "Bane? Really?" I think a lot of people have that trouble. It's so true about writer's block. You really have to be really creative to try to write about the horrible writer's block. Good job, I enjoyed this, even if it is rather short. The last line really made me smile. Though I would have used or instead of but there.