*A free verse*
I cannot seem to get past so many barriers that reside in my mind.
They share a common space and dwell on nothing.
Usually, a blank paper is a beauty
knowing I can create whatever I please
An infinity of everything
Or everything I've ever seen.
Blank paper is now blank paper
A vision I can't even see.
I can't move my fingers across black keys
because the key and the solution to blockage is something I have yet to find
It's truly a joke, I'm very much stuck
And I can't really find if my situations are less than 'alright'
Every excuse is stronger than the next and it's detrimental to my peace of mind
Nothing is really right if I can't write
Straight outta luck, it's like I'm straight out of fucks
To give all that I have
Isn't even enough to get rid of these barriers
Isn't even enough to push effort and confront creativity
In the brain of a clueless
uninspired
writer
ESTÁS LEYENDO
{IP} Thoughts of An Individual
Poesía"I am not superior to anyone else, neither is anyone else superior to me. I am but An Individual" - Catch On Quickly This here is a series of poems that came to mind with variations of genres. They will be at random because of the 'on the spot no ed...
