alright check this out Im gonna write a piece explaining the experience when I undergo writers block... and than it can go from mine... someone can add on... how they feel when they have writers block... similar to a realm cypher.. but your own personal experience...not building or feeding off of someone elses.. alright... here goes my piece I figured I could write about it.... Sat down with a deep intent to write something of a masterpiece A piece of literature that would amaze even the "greats" Than it hit me hard and fast... That all my intent went straight to a blank oblivious place Wishing and hoping I get it back.... hopefully before I turn old and gray
^that's nice. Writer's block for me, I'll first try and see if I can even crack the shell, but of all the many times I've had it, I couldn't-so I would just stop writing. It's like I gotta have the thoughts come to ME, and lol, I don't know if that's what it is, but it does come lol. Here's mine, it's like my file got deleted, before I made a stroke... or my pen that ran out of ink, before I gave the paper a single poke... there's this wall built to block my creativity... creativity of what...?...is how I feel... I'd be amazed if I can produce just one line worth writing, and that line I imagine would soon ball up on its own... not worth trying...
I've been stuck in a dark hole Roofed by bricks or blocks as a base for this totem Pole Searching for the part of souls that needs disinfection but Aerosol The air is soft here, Voices it Lacks Dirt as the food, Roaches as snacks And you wonder why we're so fat, Complaining about Prizes in ~~~~~~~ Jacks That's Compliments of the shit pile - Right Palm While the left Punches the Soil, Trying to Remain Calm I'm tryn'a Remain healthy, But This Chap isn't Cured by Lip Balm In here My Neck Gets hit by drops as big as the biggest Diamonds But Flakes will come whenever the Lie ends Sure We've Tried Trends, But I'm not Accustomed I Follow a Custom by bends, Which Edit my Quirks Pass Me the Trident, A Smurf, A Seahorse fit for Posiedon but lacks the creativity to have him Ride Him Let me open the toolbox formerly owned by a Tyrant and then Dwell, and excel and expel until the yes spell of prince charming tests well I Sit with a broken Foot, and an eye patch like pirates with a crown that reads "dunce" because I'm a dock-pillar-hugger who tried it Only here to add to the smile rate, a bit irrate But it's to hypocritical for me to say "I Hate" So If you can lie looking in my eye, great but I'm in this hole tryna find food for thought with light taste, For now I'm stuck, And it's time to cut the Tears Cake
i wrote a piece about this before,...here's mine I stared with broken eyes to find solutions domestically challenge, my thoughts twisted in a knot my shaky hands shivered ghost words blanks letters on pale white paper no recollection of ideas trembling mind simply empty The pen in my hand felt like heated tongs searing pain through the thin-sliced papyrus leaving a scar for no beginnings no end if a start was never conceived what is this block? mentally and physically my mind and body feels taught with listless eyes agitated finger tips my lips dried with dismay with the taste of flying dirt on my tounge to glistenned the parchness where do i begin? how do I with boundary like jailbars closing me in placing me in a a steel box of tension ...start! write something...anything! ..a..word...or a...letter paint...a picture ...draw a...story ...start!
^If any writer hasn't, give me their address (time to murder...no writer cannot be a writer and not experience writer's block<--check out my triple negatives
I define writer's block as lack of motivation and/or inspiration to write I don't lack either cuz I motivate and inspire myself by reading previous pieces, I get influenced to write newer ones with different topics and content, just sparking with new ideas from old ones it's a constant flow of creation that way for me
The lack of thought never surfaced the pasture ..Unknowing that my pen could cause disaster When the blackness rose upon my single stroke ..I unthoughtfully keep writting and it then woke I had no intention to envoke thee at all ..It was unexpected from the first moment I saw That the blackened firgure was me but older .. My pen froze in shock at what I had just drawn