c'mon!
Shake my head violently
Hope to shake loose some words.
Something deep
Something poetic maybe.
But nothing comes
No words
No ideas
Brain is overun with things
None of them, I fear, are poetry.
I would really love to update for all my readers but nothing comes.
I try too hard sometimes.
I try to force the words
force the heartfelt words onto the computer
Onto the paper.
Nothing comes
If only I could empty my brain
If only I had space to think
But I don't.
All I have is an empty page
An empty page and a full mind.
Ideas swimming untouched.
Writer's block.
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Life of a Lonely, Wandering Soul
PoetryThis is a series of poems I, Brianna French, have written. The are completely original, and I would appreciate it if you didn't steal them. Thank you SO much for reading! I am 13 years old as of now, but I will be 14 in the July of 2013. Please feel...
