Writers Block

I started to write this serious poem I did it bored when I was home all alone It started off about love, and the pleasures within It had something about being mortal and eternal sin But my mind started to wander with the techno I had playing And my brain wouldn't work, I couldn't remember what I was saying So here I was, sitting all alone Trying so hard to write a serious poem The thoughts in my head were just not flowing No new ideas were in my head growing I stopped at the line that ended with rich I couldn't think of anything that rhymed; this poem was a bitch My head started hurting from how hard I was thinking But as the time ticked on my heart started sinking I'd never finish this stupid little poem And I had nothing else to do; I was all alone Why did I have to have such writers block? I had no ideas in my head, I had no backup stock It seems I wasn't destined to write this day So I sat there with the screen, what more could I say? All I wanted was to fill up my time while I was alone This was such a horrible day, for I couldn't write my poem^_^;; Sorry for the mistakes in there...Yes, I know it's not the greatest, but hey, I WAS bored, and this did fill it up. Written November 20th, 2001 © on Nov 20 2001 08:27 AM PST   0 • 14