Roses Roses Poet Spoken Word

The Story of Writers Block Chapter Two

I’m not asking you to speed up growth

I just want the warmth of your inspiration to hug me the way poetry embraces you

I admit I’m a little jealous of the way poetry has you wrapped around her finger

If you were happy with me, wouldn't you show me off like you’re performing a piece, would you have at least finished one poem?

He quotes Allie “it’s not that simple…” She responds that’s cute, you going to write that in your Notebook

He tries to explain to her how poetry is therapy, a deep form of self-reflection, where you notice the mistakes and turn them into lessons

So, you’re no longer fearful of falling in the arms of failure, but with you the stakes are too high

I can’t afford to simply scribble a poem for you, the poem for you has to be formal, Times New Roman Cursive, Carved on the back of the 10 commandments

The poem for you starts with perfection and nothing on earth has ever reached that plateau

That is why I am scared to reach the finish line of your poem

I must reach within the depths of myself, saving my shadows, trying to catch the tears of my soul from the mirror and say it’s ok

But regret keeps choking me, so I become stuck instead of turning the page with you

You’re the woman of my dreams and I’m an insomniac thinker, I rarely ever get good sleep

Consequently, we rarely meet, so I stay chained trying to write what I can’t see

Blinded by the past, presently in this conversation, dreading the future I have yet learned to control

You're the woman of my dreams so I’m always chasing your poetry, but I’m scared of falling behind

So, I don’t write, it’s better to be wrong than wonder if you’re right

She says: baby you’re overthinking, but I understand what you’re dreaming

Even if you wake up early

So, for every time you have trouble sleeping know that our alarm clock doesn’t sound off at the end of a dream but the beginning of us

I’ll have your back, up, in the success of the skies or down through the shadows of death

I want to see you walk towards everything you deserve just as bad as I want to see our love breathe

I want you just as bad as you bleed me, she said with two tears that reflected the scarlet in my heart

And when I heard this, I told myself:

Me verses Me will no longer be a losing battle because

Myself has always been reserved but willing to venture on chance, so when

I face the darkness of me, I can turn the shadows into highlights of our love

Depth and Healing come from writing the black ink tears of pain

Then I told her just how much comfort makes me strong

Reminding me to act like there is a crown on my head

Reminding me of how I had been talking to God about her

p.s. I still remember when praying how God said, oh you found her…

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