Writers block

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By Felicia •

like a painter brush strokes the canvas My pencil meets the blank page I hold fast till my fingers purple and numb The empty page mocks me in such a way I remove myself to release the piercing stare Does everyone look at me this way? But wait, hold on stop this madness Its only a page a blank page How can it cause this turmoil? How can I free myself...... From the grip it holds me under I scream stuck in space "Free Me" I avert my eyes from the cruel page Curses still fresh on my lips Only to find a small mark across the page Lifting my curse and setting me free at last. Felicia Mac

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October 1, 2008 18:00ray!

Interesting...I like it

October 17, 2008 01:17~Stay_Beautiful~20104

Wow, this one's really powerful! Expresses well and I love your way with words!! The personification and imagery really paints a good picture for the reader!

March 6, 2009 17:23Tyler Cedric Golden

thank you for your previous comment and yes futurely i shall look into it and of course specifically you seemed more interested in darkening poems but in general varied poems are enjoyed by all...and this poem you wrote is quite interesting and i like it very much especially the last line..great job

March 14, 2009 04:51Tyler Cedric Golden

specifically just for this poem i am leaving this comment....if you would like to know what i do to write it is simply this....for some reason multiple ideas of poems always pop up in my head and i begin to write. i can write an entire poem just by thinking of a title i think would sound good for a poem..also the same vice versa when i start writing about something an interesting or overall good in my opinion of a title pops in my head....hmm i guess basically the main thing is is that I continously have ideas for new poems some i dont get the chance to write and also i have never had writers block before...but anyways i hope this helps you some...(also getting ideas absorbed from the outlook on other poems made into ones own idea)..comment me sometime! Tyler