Sometimes I get writer\'s block
Words are so hard to come by
The ideas will just not flow
But all i can do is try
My house is so busy and loud
So much runs through my mind
Trying to write poetry in a
quiet place is just so hard to find
Ideas and words get jumbled
Nothing comes to fruition
The only thing filling up
is my recycling bin
I\'m trying to think of what
I want to say without getting too deep
I think I\'ll have to get back to this
tomorrow after I get some sleep