when i had writer's block
December 20th 2006 03:20
staring at the blank empty notebook
one hundred white pages emblazon with
blue lines by the dozen to fill to
capacity with my love, life and learnings
my hands' lips refuse to speak softly in my
pens' ears for spewing onto the crisp fresh
wood pulp. my hand stutters with every
slide of the point staining the vacancies
black and blue with ink which translates to
nothing more than scribbles; my mind is blank
one hundred white pages emblazon with
blue lines by the dozen to fill to
capacity with my love, life and learnings
my hands' lips refuse to speak softly in my
pens' ears for spewing onto the crisp fresh
wood pulp. my hand stutters with every
slide of the point staining the vacancies
black and blue with ink which translates to
nothing more than scribbles; my mind is blank
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