Writer's Block

It's happening again.

Words can't find

a way to the page

from my mind.

I hear them in there;

rattling around.

They laugh at me.

I can  hear the sound.

Just try to  catch one

and it runs away.

Apparently,

I have nothing to say

This is Hard

This is hard

My mind has thoughts

that just won't reach

my fingertips

My mouth has words

that can't quite 

make it

through my lips

Creativity

manages once more

to elude me

Maybe it's the

early hour

keeping me from

my verbal power

Maybe it's

the blank page

keeping me from

The artistic stage

Maybe it's

just me

This is hard

but what isn't?

The Words

The words are sitting just beyond the point of comprehension
I see them
I hear them
they are calling to me
but they just won't come to this reality.

The words are awaiting my natural intuition
They sit
They spin
They allow me to comprehend
but to this plane they will not descend

The words are trying to capture my attention
They dance
They play
Capricious in their way
but from me they run away

I Want to I Do

I want to write
I really do
I want to say
something that's true
I want to compose
a thought
so new
that everyone
ponders til they
turn blue

I want to write
I want to
I do
But not today
as I've so much
to do

My life's
running wild
I must
recapture my
inner child
My life's topsy -turvy
whirling away in a flurry
My life's coo coo nutty
My life's in a state
I want to write
but it's just way to late

I want to write
I want to
I do
But not today
as I've so much
to do

Can't Write Now

Can't write now
I'll try to do it later
I'm in a hurry
things to do
trying not to worry

No time for me
to bring to life
my creativity

Can't write now
I'll try to do it later
I'm in a hurry
things to do
trying not to worry

Gotta eat breakfast
Gotta make lunch
Figuring finances
my minds in a bunch

Gotta make dinner
Gotta make the bed
So many thoughts
running through my head

Can't write now
I'll try to do it later
I'm in a hurry
things to do
trying not to worry

Word Drought

Suffering from a serious drought
divining rod please bring my creativity out
Feeling lost
hoping to be found
Magic muses
please make a sound.

So many thoughts are in my way
emotional overload
keeps the words at bay
Need to move forward
Need to break through
Creativity there must be a path for you

Not Writing

Not writing about the weather

Not writing about the day

Not writing about the weekend

Not writing about a play

Not writing about anything in particular

I've nothing in particular to say

Not writing anything spectacular

as nothing spectacular's happening today

Not writing anything prophetic

no inspiration here

Not writing about hopes and dreams

Not even writing about fear

Not writing to find inner peace

or to make the demons cease

Not writing for a reason

Not writing of the season

Not writing words of wisdom

as today I'm not a sage

Not writing for any purpose

than to put words on the page

Can't Quite Convey

What I mean to say
my words can't quite convey
as inspiration seems to be set
on time delay.

What I mean to say
seems trivial today
while so many others
seem to dismay.

What I mean to say
lies beyond the Milky Way
on some small world
quite far away.

What I mean to say
on this first of May
my words just aren't enough
to truly convey.

What I mean to say
seems so trivial today
my words just aren't enough
there's no inspiration at play.

Rhyme Time

Pressed for time
to make a rhyme
from this, that or the other word

Make it clever
make it cool
make it unlike anything you ever heard

Create the theme
and make it seem
as if it is not absurd

Take your thought
work with what you've got
try hard not to be awkward

Pressed for time
to make this rhyme
please accept what I have offered

I Cannot

I cannot think of words
I cannot think of sorrow
I cannot think at all
Perhaps I'll think tomorrow

Another Day

Another day
without the way
to write the words
I long to say

to tell you about
the fun last night
to mention all
about my life

the little moments
which made me smile
hugs from children
and laughs from friends

It's another day
without the way
to write the words
I long to say

which speak of how
I feel today
and how my emotions
tend to sway

the cranky mornings
the crying moods
the enlightened evenings
or thoughts quite rude

I guess I'll have to wait again
Until the words become my friend
I'll then be able to break the spell
and tell the tale I need to tell

Words Get In The Way

Words get in the way
creative concepts don't stay
Not sure exactly what to say
words get in the way

Plenty on my mind
But it's as if I'm flying blind
because I just can't find
how to say what's on my mind

It'll be easier as time goes by
to find the reason and the why
to find the words and make them fly
All I have to do is try


But for now I have to say
creative concepts just don't stay
All my ideas are out to play
And the words get in the way

Out of Practice

I didn't do a tribute
to my favorite Holiday.
Dia de los Muertos
also faded away.

I skipped so many post
day after day,
I am certain my
creativity has
found somewhere else
to stay.

Here's hoping that
my fingers
find the keyboard
everyday.

Here's hoping that
ideas to my
brain will find their way.


Here's hoping my
creativity
will once again
come out to play.


Here's hoping my
creativity
has come back home
to stay.

Creativity Has Called In Sick

It's as if I've never had a thought before.
Words have left and locked the door.
Imagination is on vacation.
Creativity has called in sick.

Rhyme, reason and wit
told me they have quit.
No need to look for alliteration
or to find personification.
Eek and egads, arghh and uhgg
Onomatopoeia's left without a hug.


It's as if I've never had a thought before.
Words have left and locked the door.
Imagination is on vacation.
Creativity has called in sick.

Tall tales seem small, simile's are
like a siren's call leading me astray
Metaphors are roadblocks in my mind
I've left all artistry behind.
To the world of words I've become blind.


It's as if I've never had a thought before.
Words have left and locked the door.
Imagination is on vacation.
Creativity has called in sick.

If, If Only

If I knew what to write
I would write it
If I knew what to say
I would say it

If the thoughts that I have
could all get in line
I could organize them
in no amount of time


If I knew what to write
I would write it
If I knew what to say
I would say it


If the words worked it out
then there isn't a doubt
that creative comments
would come about


If I knew what to write
I would write it
If I knew what to say
I would say it

If my brain could maintain
lyrical laments
long enough for my pen
to paper I could commit

If I knew what to write

I would write it
If I knew what to say
I would say it



If, if only, if only
I knew what to say
If, if only the words would
come out and play

Nothing Today

I've got nothing

Nothing to say

Nothing to speak of

Nothing today.

I've got nothing

No words of wisdom

No quacking wise

No observations and then some

No lessons in disguise

I've got nothing

Nothing to say

Nothing to speak of

Nothing today.

I've got nothing

No anger

No desire

No passion

No fire

I've got nothing

Nothing to say

Nothing to speak of

Nothing today.

Writer's Collapse

I forgot the thought in my head
while washing dishes.
It fulfilled the void of
being annoyed with someone's wishes.

My hopes and desires
won't soon retire
to remember the initial plot.
The thought so good
it understood the feelings that were wrought.

But sadly I search
with no recollection
of the original verse.
A momentary lapse
of writer's collapse
A temporary creative curse.