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Babble
Blocked
The perfect words
on a blank sheet.
Just a title,
handwriting neat.
But nothing else.
The words they are there,
no really,
they are.
But trying to jut them down,
is another thing,
for the past 2 hrs and still can't
seem to start.
'Words, words come to me,"
The ink from my pen,
about to explode.
The crystallized letters
from the tip,
to toe.
The hell.
Come on ... write on!
Just set that spill on fire.
Think brain think,
Which one of my thoughts
can I use to inspire?
Damn it!
I will not loose.
I just shoveled through
One these, one more
is not needed.
I won't say,
I won't confirm.
I won't leave this title
without completing it.
Ugh!!!
I don't care if all I do
is write,
worthless words,
words that mean something,
strong,
but won't move forward.
I bring out the beer,
and stare long at
the blank page.
Waiting patiently for a line
to drop.
Waiting for a rational
thought to be unlocked.
Waiting for a light bulb
to pop.
Whilst pen tapping away
I stubbornly exhale.
" Fuck you, stupid BLOCK"
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