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Writer's Block
Like a Butterfly's
wings clipped,
The beauty is gone.
Nothing left to do,
But wait for a new dawn.
Sitting here, crying myself
to sleep.
A sad little worm,
So ugly that others weep.
Though a few hope and are waiting,
For the beauty to grow back.
But what can a Butterfly
do without wings?
Whose only use now,
is become the Spider's snack.
wings clipped,
The beauty is gone.
Nothing left to do,
But wait for a new dawn.
Sitting here, crying myself
to sleep.
A sad little worm,
So ugly that others weep.
Though a few hope and are waiting,
For the beauty to grow back.
But what can a Butterfly
do without wings?
Whose only use now,
is become the Spider's snack.
Published 7th Mar 2015
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7th Mar 2015 5:42pm
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7th Mar 2015 8:06pm
8th Mar 2015 2:14am
You somehow make writer's block seem beautiful. For me it's like hitting a brick wall psychologically. You're obviously not suffering from it! Great job.
8th Mar 2015 2:21am
Hahahahahaha actually I kind of am right now but somehow I managed to come up with this poem! Thanks so much crow!!
Anonymous
8th Mar 2015 2:55am
my cure for writers block is to just write. i'll go search for a random quote, write that down, and then just start writing. sometimes you strike gold. sometimes you...mire. but at least you're writing. :)
writing, for me, is a very active thing. i don't just sit by and wait for something to pop in my head. you go after it!
writing, for me, is a very active thing. i don't just sit by and wait for something to pop in my head. you go after it!
8th Mar 2015 2:56am
