Poetically flawwed

Im loosing my poetic flow,thoughts they come and go.
Stuck in words kinda cliche,but at the end of it all I lost word play.
Whats a poet without words call me weird but I know its upsurd.
Lost the fire lost the write damn is this pen to paper stage fright.
So wats a poet without motivation?
If you ask me useless imagination.
Collaged colors never ment for a hue,playless emotions that could never lead a Me to You.
Time lost in day dreams unpressed computer keys.
Mentally blocked at the scemes,no hood flow,no game.
Every word looks and feels da same.

Watz a poet wit out a flo, a painter wit out paint
Or a photographer wit out a cam an a view.
OR like a realtionship me wit out.
U walked out my life an took my flo with you.
Cant eat,cant sleep,cant breathe with out you.
Pain and hurt I cant digest,I try to progress it's to much.
On dis flight dis pen to paper stage fright come back,dont leave me here stuck at a loss for words.
Whirlwind of confusion thoughts come an they go, words here an there all one common goal.

How do you adjust when a poet has lost the flow.
gasp sigh i jump up @ a loss.
Heart racin as i realize it wuz all a dream.
Turn to look an see my motivation layin there movin slightly.
Each breath taken,sumthing rekindles my mind
Faint heartbeat words join the lines,they catch ink to the pen.
Pen to the paper A new poet begins.