Writer's Block

Whenever you poets out there have a problem writing a poem, write about the struggle to write...


In the midst of the pen stroke
ideas fly awayas if to flee from a predator.
They run and scatter as roachesas the light turns on.
New thoughts come and the subject changes
but once again the idea eater returns.
Thoughts run faster than everand we are left lagging behind.

So we take a walk, to clear our mindsbut we take our notepad
just in case the mood strikes.
Lucky us it has!
Inspiration, our savior, swoops to our rescue.
We attack the paper
savagely
So hard the pen bleeds our emotions
The paper cries out as we scratch franticly
but once again, from which we runit returned.
So our heads held low, we return almost defeated
but we will not give up.

Minds blank
but we blast music and read books
to spark the fire that will NOT be quenched.
Its workin'!
Here our pen flies again,
soaring higher than planes
faster than jets.
That creep can't catch us now
We look over our shoulder,
no one is there, so we continue to write.
But soon as the end of our race comes
and we see the finish linewe stumble.

The day draws to an end, and the pest returns
along with a friend that weighs eyelids.
Drifting in out of this worldwe hang up the pad
and rest the pen.
He has won this round,but we shall return.
And when we dohe shall run and hide.
Sheets of paper will fly,
pens will die of lack of life blood
and we will be the victors.

Standing atop of the block