Been suffering from some severe writer's block lately, so I wrote about it.
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Fuck this writer’s block, it’s sucking cock
My pen’s in my hand, but this ink is locked.
The clock has ticed the thing has toced
But still can’t think of anything to jot
Perfectionist complex, maybe- possibly
Can’t stop writing my lines real sloppily.
All in my mind, need to unwind? Probably
I rewind all the time but cannot find
A single line- I’m proud to call it mine.
I know not riding high on life isn’t right
Being so down, no belief in self, is asinine.
But at this time, rhymes not worth a dime.
It feels like I can’t half-ass half a grasp
Mastering this rhyming fast. I can’t last.
In this writer’s block, I need to gasp
For air cause it’s hard to breathe for me
Even harder to easily believe in me.
Shit’s got me topsy turvy, like I’m lost at sea
Coming back from this man, is there possibility
Maybe…..