
I was going to write this bitch ass of a poem, but I couldn't think of shit.
Even when I came up with a topic
My brain would just shut down and quit.
Blank like the paper I started with,
I began to write.
Despite
My writing handicap
Still I sat
With a constant tap
From the eraser on my pencil.
Thinking that if I whistle
A tune...
That something creative would come out soon.
Nothing came out, yet Ive been here before.
Standing by the door
I hear a knock,
But cant get it; In my way stands Writer's Block.






I try not to force anything out. I simply let it come to me. I think thats why I have a hard time with contest. But then again some of the contest help inspire me too. 
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