My pen hits paper,
but no words come out.
The pen doesn't write,
but the ink is full.
I have inspiration,
but no way to distribute
the words I want to say.
Could this be
less than a composition,
more of a reflection?
Or possibly both.
This is me,
telling you why
there were no stories,
poems,
for days. Weeks even.
There's too many thoughts,
focused on one subject,
a person.
But I can't tell you,
how I feel.
Because love is a secret,
no statue lay unchipped.
I'm not writing
about the only thing,
that's been on my mind.
Because,
that'd be me,
giving you the key...
to my diary.
Author notes
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Comments
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*attacks her own writer's block* Grr. I don't like WB. It's mean to me.
Your piece, though, very much reflected how it feels for me; I have the inspiration, I have the thoughts, I have the words... but no way for them to escape my mind.
However, I do tend to write about what (or who
) is on my mind... 
Thank you very much for sharing; this was a very enjoyable piece.
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Very nice. I know how that feels. Having writer's block is awful..I've gone months without writing. And loving someone can also put a damper on it, not because love is a bad thing, but because, like you've stated, you're focused on this person. I love freestyle poetry and when I'm in a slump it's one of the best ways for me to express my feelings, especially for writer's block.
Anyway nice poem! I hope to read more poetry from you.
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Sweet. I've felt like this before, exactly. But I eventually let my diary be shown. It's a good thing only a couple of people have read it ;p.
I absolutely hate having to much on my mind to write. Your poem was really well written.
Keep writing!~.~
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