This poem is about how it's so difficult to get the words to go from my brain onto paper, and get my tangled thoughts into understandable words. Every writer goes through writer's block (Heck, most of my time as a writer has been spent in writer's block) so I tried my best to put it into words... ironically having to use a thesaurus for a couple of them XD Please give me feedback! Poem Number Thirteen.
Words flow in my head, Pictures and worlds and magic All blossoming vividly. Rivers woven with stars, A breathtaking sunset sky, Forests riddled with mystery, All beautiful and dazzling, Each idea a thin thread of perfection. But the threads tangle, Making my head pound and paper scrunched Thrown over my shoulder, The words don't come. The words won't come. I can dream, I can wonder, But when pen is put to paper, The task of untangling my fantasies into fables... Remains a dream. The hopes of threading my thoughts Into a blanket of a written piece Or even so much as one measly verse, Is unattainable. Sure, I can come up with creative ideas. It's getting them on paper That's the problem.
