Sometimes no words come out
No words free themselves,
And everything just goes,
Blank.
Sometimes no thoughts float at the surface
Of these unconcscious minds,
And everything just comes to
Blank.
Sometimes no actions are done,
From these paralyzed bodies,
And everything just runs into
Blank.
Sometimes you sit down to type,
But your fingers won't let it go,
And all the flowing inspiration stops until,
Blank.
Sometimes you want to express,
From this forgetful and guilty heart,
And all the wanting and motivation slows to
Blank.
Sometimes too much has been done,
From this exhausted and drained body,
And all the energy fades away when suddenly,
There is blank.
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A/N: This is by far one of the worst poems that I have ever written. I'm currently struggling to post more often because of this ridiculous writers' block I have. I'm losing any motivation or inspiration to do so because after having written 60 poems on this poetry book, ideas are ceasing to come to me. So please, any ideas to write about are welcome in the comments, or even the smallest kind word of motivation could help. Thank you so much to all of you for supporting me.
-Oriane <3
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Poems of Pain and Solitude
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