The word vomit comes when you search for things that do not come
A blank screen
An empty page
Words and hieroglyphs do not yield.
Intransigence keeps them away
Days like these are more,
not few
Sifting through a disheveled pile
to piece together a hodge-podge of vapid verses
It all just as well be void.
What would the difference be if no words were there?
To make it make sense
I knock my head to get some sense
At the end of this piece
I question:
Did you puke these lines from your pen?
A little about me and poetry
This poem is my submission to the School Poetry 100 Day Challenge hosted by @d-pend, whom I would like to thank for sponsoring this competition. He is indeed a godsend. Though a bit dubious, I would consider myself an intermediate writer of poetry. My first love is prose, so if you get a feel of something other than verse in my poetry that is why. I use poems to assist me when I have writer’s block. This strategy, however, seems to be morphing into something more serious. At least I think so.
Thanks for reading.
Day 39, all the days you block lol. Sometimes inspiration is a news article away.
HAHA. I will bear that in mind.
Check the title day number , I think that should be 39
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Great job. Happily follow you.
Thanks. I will check out your stuff.
Sometimes I also hit my head at the end of a piece. I let it rest, change or stay the same, it depends on how hard the blow is. Greetings friend
Verify friend, this poem is your 39 °
Thanks. It is the 39th.
This is what should be called a good block, Nicholas.