Writer’s Block (slam) 2010

 

I just don’t know

 

I just don’t know how to start this

 

I just can’t think

 

I am searching myself for some sort of inspiration

 

But I find I am just lost at sea

 

You see, their are no thoughts in me

 

My pen can’t move

 

My hand is stuck without ideas to flow

 

Like a volcano

 

I am waiting to erupt

 

With some great rhyme

 

Thinking about the time

 

I spent in Africa

 

My eyes feasting on its jewels

 

Of sapphire blue skies and topaz sunrise

 

Emerald shaded parrots bedazzling the trees

 

A country laden with treasure

 

Unable to measure the impact it’s had on me

 

This writer that I am so desperately attempting to be

 

Today is not my season

 

No goddess of wisdom to guide me

 

No rain replenishing thoughts

 

My pen just rots

 

Because I have not one thought

 

My mind is a blank sheet

 

I am just thoroughly frustrated beyond belief

 

How do they do it ?

 

Day after day

 

Do they look up to the shimmering skies?

 

Where rainbows dance

 

And the northern lights by chance

 

Bring us nature’s light show

 

I dunno

 

I am stuck with this writer’s block

 

A breath of fresh air might do the trick

 

And yet

 

Nothing

 

Just standing here in the presence of all gods creations

 

With my thoughts on vacation

 

An absent foundation for my pen in hand

 

Perhaps an important topic is my mission

 

To bring to light the plight of

 

Kids being bullied in schools

 

Text messages so cruel

 

To the point where they feel death is their salvation

 

Turn on the TV or read the news

 

What is happening in this nation

 

Another victim, battered, bruised without any visible signs

 

Just beaten down virtually on line

 

I just don’t know

 

I just don’t know how to begin

 

I just can’t think

 

Where is this inspiration?

 

Gravitation to this aggravation building up inside of me

 

I am just sitting here

 

Racking my brain

 

My hand cramping from writing about nothing

 

Due to this writer’s block