The Phantom known as writer's block,
Is stalking through my mind,
Passing time by killing dreams,
And leaving doubts to find.
Smearing words across my page,
With damaging intent,
Destroying inspiration,
From the words that I was sent.
The Phantom thrives on disbelief,
Dishonesty and drool,
If something’s not worth writing,
He will break you like a fool.
Until the time of which your heart
Is free to open up,
When the Phantom will be banished
Like the storm within your cup.
The Phantom, many of a time,
Has left me dark and cold,
Still searching for the rainbow,
I could follow to the gold.
The art of writing is of course,
A sparely given gift,
The self acceptance Phantom,
Is another cloud to shift.
His sisters and his brothers,
Phantoms of our own creating,
Of Fear and Hesitation,
Reservations and Self-hating,
Do all assist to quash our muse
and leave us without writing,
But they can’t win, as long as writers everywhere...
…are fighting.
Author notes
The word I based this poem around was "Phantom" courtesy of Analexii for her fabulous contest!
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Wow, this is brilliant... I love the analogy of writers' block as a stalker. This is well-executed, and your rhyme is flawless, sounding neither forced nor fake. Well done, and I look forward to reading more!
Blessed be,
Laura xox
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Hey! me again... so, apparantly people aren't really into this whole "multi-round contest" thing, and i'm not getting anywhere near the amount of entries i needed to make this contest a success. As a result, i have decided to cancel the contest. Sorry! but don't worry, all your hard work has not gone unappriciated, and you will be rewarded 100 points for participating
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