writer’s block
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Writer’s Block
She kept going in circles Frustration bruising through The underbelly Of her pensive breaths As her muddy footprints Left behind blotches Of grey matter Over uneven cobblestones; A too-often trodden path Eclipsed in an inert silence Now leading to nowhere Without rescue From the rising sludge Of spilled ink Continue reading
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The Block: Draft 1
Today, I could not write Countless jars Scattered With the iridescent glimmer Of unfinished thoughts At my feet Continue reading
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Running on Empty
Words elude me Faint whispers Of rusted chimes Without rhyme Or structure Yet a dogged ambition To breathe life Into its formlessness And give steady cadence To its stilted voice Brings me To these empty pages Every night Continue reading
