Writer's block

So many things I want to express, words that should just flow onto the page like they always do, slipping through my fingers in metaphor with form and flow and purpose. The poetry courses through my veins, pulses in my soul but won't come out for the rest of the world to feel. It fills me up and threatens to spill over but it never does, it never does and it's drowning me. I have to write, I need to write to survive but it just isn't happening. So much going on inside of me but none of it flowing out; if I can't express what fights to be free inside me it's going to consume me and take me over, it's going to swallow me whole.

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I don't know if it's just me or writers everywhere. But I need to write, or I feel like I'm going insane. And I can't. I sit down to pen a poem, and nothing comes out but crappy prose with line breaks. It's not that I need ideas or inspiration; I've got those up the wazoo. I just can't express it properly anymore. This is probably the best thing that I've come up with in a month, and I don't even like it. At all. ... Not to mention that it's not a poem.