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There is so much more to you...

To those of us that suffer from writer's block, as we all do from time to time.
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and when you find
you cannot write
and will not write
read

read and scribble
until you are able
find your hand
again

and let the Muse
she your guide
your soul hide
again

and again find
your feet once more
in the shadows
read

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Comments

You are much appreciated.
And here is to the continued opening of the rivers of our thoughts!

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'write on! let these words free.'

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CB,

it seems when people have writers block...they write about having writers block and then they have don't writers block no more!

Is it ok to be different - I don't actually suffer from writres block...my head is always swimming with lines, stanza's, choruses, titles, bridges etc...I wish to have writers block just for a while.

My wife has even bought me a dictaphone to have by the bed!...if I wake up with something in my head, I have to write it down...so now I can stay safely in my warm bed and just whisper into the dictaphone and revisit sleep until the morning when I can then work on the nights words.

I guess I should write a poem/song about craving for writers block!

regards,

HS

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With all that I am and all that I could be, I walk this earth, yet nobody sees me.

I find it a rare predicament and quite momentary as I realise that it is only when I force myself in a direction that my mood or Muse have not chosen to take. My wife used to be my dictaphone. But our minds are wired up differently so now she just lets me be to my poetic devices. Ah, maybe that poem/song on the topic might just be the ticket. I will hold you to that.... if I don't get there first. LOL! Cheers, CB

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I've sunk into that lethargic type of depression where I'm not motivated to write at all.
I've been reading all day and very few poems have been hitting a chord with me.
However, this poem hit the nail on the head for where I've been today. :-P

It is such a secret place, the land of tears. ~Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

CB,

I believe the challenge is on!

HS

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With all that I am and all that I could be, I walk this earth, yet nobody sees me.

CB,

find below my version of craving for writer's block:

Block

I try but can't hold back the thoughts
Head filled with rhyme and verse
I crave the moment that my words
Are evaporated by this evil curse

I pray for writer's block
Where time stands still
Like a broken clock

I try but can't fight back the words
Brain filled with verse and rhyme
I long for the moment my thoughts
Finally desert me, no longer mine

Writer's block is a mental disease
Authors words stuck in the deep freeze
I marvel at their illness with such jealousy
Wishing that blank mind was inside of me

Writer's block is a mental disease
Creative words lost upon the breeze
I wonder at their sickness with jealousy
Wishing I could be corrupted, finally

I try but can't fight back the thoughts
Brain filled with rhyme and verse
I crave the moment that my words
Finally disappear by this wicked curse

I plead for writer's block
With all words hidden
Sealed by key and lock

I try but can't hold back the words
Head filled with verse and rhyme
I long for the moment my thoughts
Abandon me, no longer in my mind

© 2011 hoodedstranger.com

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I look forward to reading yours,

Kindest regards,

HS

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With all that I am and all that I could be, I walk this earth, yet nobody sees me.

That completely slipped my mind. Had an onslaught of life's responsibilities this week. Must be the leftovers of gathering pieces of lives back together after the floods. But this is now a double dare... and I will not let you down. :-)) The 'patience' card will now come into play.

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"cravings"

I slaver with anticipation
as your taunts fly past
let me grapple you
while your fangs pierce
and vilest venom spreads

numb my soul and mind

let me scream and cringe
agonise upon this page
let blankness reign supreme
slay this potent pen
for all of eternity

make your emptiness pristine

hover around my carcass
you scavenging vulture
eat away my rotted entrails
tear at sinews, limb from limb
pluck blind eyes and vitals

drain the fluids of creativity

cloying leech on pallid skin
halt my writing and my speech
in your acid, my verses bleach
let me writhe, mouth agape
drink your unquenchable thirst

hit me hard with writer's block

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CB,

aplogies for late response to your entry, been away for the past few days.

You definetly win the competition with the sublime one liners in-between the verses - you always beat me on structure!!

Lol!

HS

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With all that I am and all that I could be, I walk this earth, yet nobody sees me.

an example but the in-between one-liners form a sort of subpoem when put together. that's new experiment, fusing two or several poems into a larger body without losing organic unity in the resulting poem.

numb my soul and mind
make your emptiness pristine
drain the fluids of creativity
hit me hard with writer's block

IMO, everybody won. But I thank you for your chivalry.
Welcome back and hope you enjoy the recent developments here at neo.
CB

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I dare to disagree,
No writer’s bock for me
And
You by now know me,
As my mind traces
The universe faster than thee
I have a penchant for writing poetry,
Hope you shan't disagree,
That as they say quantity
Is no quality?
But I challenge any one,
To composing poetry
At a stretch,
How so ever silly,
Let this one
Of marinated thoughts
The first one be

loved

Who could disagree?!

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thank thee

loved

As long as we are feeling something we are alive, and in that aliveness we can write whatever we are feeling.... love, depression, anger, hatred, murder, sexual tension, obsession; indeed our own *life* are the words we are translating into a *poem*.

Much like: "In the beginning was the word." Except I would say: IS.

Some of us create music from the music that is ours and ours alone.

~A

p.s. I am glad that the torrential rains have abated and you & yours are well.

And most likely in the end will still be (IS) the word. :-)

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That is mighty kind of you. And loved the play with words that you so craftily employ. CB

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before u know
nice to disagree

loved

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