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