GTR's Poetry

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blank
i guess it's ironic
because this page is not blank
but i had to write something.
and this writer's block
is killing me
for wattpad is my home
so many concepts
so many ideas
they kept coming before i could write them down
afraid that i'd forget them because i didn't write them fast enough.
but now that's not the case
i have seemed to lost all sense of punctuation, flow, and idea
i have seemed to lost all sense of creativity, easily, seemingly
seamlessly finding a way out
of the dark cave of blankness and now i'm
trapped up again
when i want to write something
my mind does nothing
but go blank,
my mind does nothing.

it simply just does nothing.
when i want to fill up my brain
when i want to fill it up with words that would make my heart flutter
it does not.

and oh, how it reminds me of the good old days.
and how i wish i could experience it with this again
wattpad was my dream
that came true
wattpad was one of the best things that happened to me
writing was one of the best things that happened to me
words
the english language
my ability
gift
something that others don't have
is a blessing
that i'm supposed to possess
but somehow the grasp was loosened.

and i want the stopping of the stopping to start.
i don't want the stopping of the stopping to stop
though it never stopped
because it never happened
because i am still in my writer's block
blank, with imagination
mind as white as snow
the sound of silence
when i oh so desperately want to conceive something
is like nails on a chalkboard
my mind is blank.

and if my mind is blank
when i'm gifted with the contrary
then my heart is blank
and my soul is blank.