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What writers block?!
<b>Writer's block.</b>
Embittered lack of ingenuity. It leaves me feeling idle.
I wail; melodramatically
tortured by the complacent energy hiding
in my incoherent limbs & consequentially
I channel this energy into incessent screams.
Words refuse to tessilate.
They repel & collide with the ineptitude of a stagnant puppet,
Radiating effete values of ridiculous passivity.
A strain to allow simple verbs to flow from thought,
to pen, to paper,
to some contradicted reality.
But no reality, as I appear to be indocrinated and obvious.
Beginnings of sentences, inevitable & abominable.
They will never finish.
Thoughts are so rapid that they become a series of flatulent
(but fractured and indistinguishable)
idealisms. "Existance is only a game".
I do not posess the integrity needed to be a writer.
Cellular fingerprints are left all over every medium,
never to be returned and seldom to be remembered.
Appreciation proscribed. Compliments void by default.
Stagefright. The limelight is deadly.
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