What the heck can I do?
Ready to scream I can't think of anything.
Its driving me mead everything I write is bad.
Two hundred and 54 pieces of paper and I still want to pull out my hair.
Everything I write just doesn't come out right.
Ripping everything to shreds so no one can see my ruined masterpiece.
Someone knock some insperation in me before I give into insanity.
Biting my nails to the skin....damn not again.
Lights are out nobody home damn I can't think of a poem.
Open up let me in so I can write good stuff again.
Can't think of a damn thing my brain is empty.
Knock me out its better then me shouting it out because I have writers block.
im having a writers block month so yeah
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I feel your frustation, dear... It's like memory... you know it's there but it won't come to the front of your brain... write anything... "Roses are red, etc." Doesn't matter... then walk away until tomorrow... you'll get thru this - your voice is needed and that's motivation enough...
Ken
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