My mind is wandering,
I can't concentrate.
My life is spinning,
I feel so damn fake!
I'm trying to write,
But my mind has gone blank.
I can't think of nothing,
But bitching and hate.
So I sit here and glare,
At the poem that I write,
At least its something,
But nothing I like.
Can't keep my mind,
On anything,
I got writers block,
the devil own fling!
So here is my poem,
hateful and cursed.
I'm so pissed off,
That I can't write a verse.
Author notes
Written during first stages of writers block...
A contest entry
- ANYTHING by a means to an end.
600 points, ended July 10, 2007, 65 entries
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very nicely written. lots of descrpitive writeing here. i liked how you wrote in short lines which made the poem feel more ... rushed which is good by rused i mean fast angry lines. yes thats what i mean. this is great!
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