I can't do this anymore.
No longer can I sit with
nothing but a pen and paper
writing line after line
my inner most feelings.
No longer do I sprout
words from my hidden soul
out my treacherous mouth.
I can't do this anymore!
No feeling comes when I
connect the ink to the paper.
They shy away and leave
behind a shell of a woman.
No words come forth when
my mouth opens for they
have all perished on my
tongue.
Suicide--death by insincerity.
I CAN'T DO THIS ANYMORE!
I wish to write.
Let me put on paper
what I feel inside even
if it's for my eyes only.
I wish to speak.
Words from my true soul
to no one that will hurt me
at the risk of covering my own ears.
Can I do this?
Author notes
I haven't wrote anything on my own in what feels like ages. This what I felt when I couldn't wrtie. I understand it even if I'm the only one.
I know it sucks...but please tell me how badly.
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I have had this feeling far too many times, I haven't written anything new in forever...I'm sure this block will leave you soon. This is a nice poem and I'm sure it helped you get closer to showing your true emotions soon : ] good luck.
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why would you say something this wonderful sucks? a lot of people can relate to this. i can because i've been having a hard time to come up with anything to write lately. this is great! keep it up!
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your not alone, everyone hits this block more then once in thier life, it's the side effect of being a great writer, I usuallyfind that working on my novel in between usually refreshes me to write more works.
I have a similar poem to this one called " a new song"
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keep going! =)
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Its good, i like it great job
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hey, i think this is really good. it doesn't suck one bit
i love it
cheered me up just then lol keep writing...you're good
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