»
Archives
»
Dark Poetry #3
»
Losing What Little I Had...
| Dark Poetry #3 |
|
Losing What Little I Had... |
|
|
!!! Member
since 2000-08-12
Posts 137VA (U.S.A) |
My thoughts are as cold as a corpse, frozen in the dead of winter. Every half-witted line sticks under my skin like a wooden splinter. How many more times must I fail before I finally get it right? How many more hours must pass before it comes to me tonight? So very frustrating it is, my thoughts are stagnant and caught in the muck. Five O' Clock in the morning, writin' about how my brain is stuck. It's like a classic Greek tragedy when a poet, or artist just loses his touch It feels like someone just cut off both my hands so I can't express my thoughts, as such. Maybe over time I'll get back what little I had then, who knows? But it looks like the well just ran empty, as far as tonight goes. As long as I care...I will never truly be free. |
||
| © Copyright 2002 !!! - All Rights Reserved | |||
|
arthur Senior Member
since 2001-08-14
Posts 678england |
know the feeling all to well why do the best poems come when you dont have a pen?? arthur |
||
|
Temptress
Moderator
Member Rara Avis
since 1999-06-15
Posts 7136Mobile, AL |
effective poem about the frustration about not being satisfied with your writing...... lol..nothing like a little writer's block for inspiration. Is that contradictory or what?!  enjoyed I will not bend to the cowardice of a silent judgement. |
||
|
|
⇧ top of page ⇧ |
|
| All times are ET (US). All dates are in Year-Month-Day format. | ||
