Writers Block
By Tegs
So I try and write these poems,I sit and I think for hours.But nothing comes to mindthat I could write about.There's sweat dripping off my foreheadmy brain feels out of gear,all choked up with strange thingsthat I can't quite identify.I try and think some more,something, anything to put on paper...But nothing comes...I think I have writers block.I'm stuck on this feeling,and it's dominating my writingit's all I can think aboutit's all I can write aboutand I think it's gotten past the pointwhere this single mindednessis actually quite a lot of fun... Written January 11th, 2002 © on Jan 10 2002 07:12 PM PST 0 • 10
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"So I try and write these poems,I sit and I think for hours.But nothing comes to mindthat I could write about.There's sweat dripping off my foreheadmy brain feels out of gear,all choked up with strange thingsthat I can't quite identify.I try and think some more,something, anything to put on paper...But nothing comes...I think I have writers block.I'm stuck on this feeling,and it's dominating my writingit's all I can think aboutit's all I can write aboutand I think it's gotten past the pointwhere this single mindednessis actually quite a lot of fun......"