BLOCKED. BLOCKED. BLOCKED.
Mentally imploding .
I can’t seem to overlook a sunny patch without the raging doubt of storm clouds and rain that drizzles over my life.
No Florida
Only I can feel deep pressure ... quakes
Vibrations from a hidden temple beneath my feet
I’m queen but nobody notices
I’ve called on many peasants but not written in history
The world is turning slowly now
I’m starting to remember & it’s exciting
The blue sky is peaking
...& yet , I’m so far and small to reach anything .
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Author:
Curls (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 17th, 2018 00:35
- Comment from author about the poem: Writers block is the worst
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You standing on your head writing these poems? (your pic). heehee. No wonder you got writer's block!
I hate the shock
Of Writers Block
I need a POME
But my MUSE won't knock
Great pome CHANA ~ Your MUSE moved
But not the way you wanted it to !
Every Blessing Brian ~ Thanks ....
Please check my POEM "FUSION"
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