Writers Block
Sometimes the writers best friend is melancholy.
The opposite being jolly
The ability to store past pain,.triumphs that life has made
Memories not meant to fade
many beautiful poems come from tears
Love lost over the years
Just as love
Thoughts of God above
, or the desire
To stroke your fire
Maybe seeing something so beautiful it takes your breath away
The pen will know what to say
The ability to write all that down
Them teardrops in which you didn't drown
make others feel your joy your pain,
They could be dry
But feel the rain
as if it happened to them at one time
They feel your rhyme
That is beauty for all to see
That's a gift, it truly be
A writer sees more in the world around Because their minds are open I have found
Always exploring their imagination diving deep
Start seeing the words in their sleep
Places most people will never have a chance to be
Words can make them see
Writers block , funny thing to say ,
When words don't want to play
but it's all in your head
To much is being feed
It's not really a block.
There is no hidden lock
Just ,you have so much you want to say
In words you wish to play
your unsure where to start
No matter keep it from the heart
words going faster than your Brain
Think your going insane
words are escaping you at the moment . That's OK
Listen to what I say
Put your pen down
First erase that frown
Slow your thought
Words sometimes won't come when sought
You are the word master
Calm down its not a disaster
Daydream ,don't force nothing set it free
You control all you see imagination, a world of your own
Making others see what you've been shown
Become the scribe.
Describe
recording a TV show only you see in your head
Only your writing it down instead
The harder you fight
I know this is right
The more you feed this block,
stronger becomes the lock
Let it be as natural as a day dream
Like peaches and cream
.my thoughts anyway
One more thing I should say
Go deep in your mind
See what you find
Create your own world a place you'd like to be
Be the scribe.help others to see
Just sometimes you gotta be real careful not to get lost
Being in this world sometimes comes with a cost
You Create a waken dream
Easier than it may seem
. Hard to get out of ,If you go to deep
My soul to keep
The dream can become a nightmare.
If into it long enough you stare
I journeyed through the mind of madness
Brought me much sadness
Lost to the power of the detail
Sometimes, words they fail
lost in the words unsaid
Believe me, it is so hard to find the light ,when lost in your own head
Love yah all
Copyright © William P. Harris | Year Posted 2023
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