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Blah, blah, blah blah
I’m stuck
Who cares
I sure don’t
All these ideas
And no words coming
I’ve run up against a brick wall
There’s no turning back
Here’s hoping this futile exercise
Helps lube up my creative juices
Gets me to writing again
Because I’m just plain stuck
And as it is, I just don’t care
Every story I look at
Has no backbone to it
Every poem I attempt to write
Has no flow to it
Blah, blah, blah blah
I just don’t care
Because I just ain’t feeling it
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Comments (12)
I would say it's contagious; I am writing in circles and I need to just write for me or it's shite. Total shite. Well expressed M.C.!
Love it because it is so relatable!!!❤️❤️💕
Love how you expressed this. And it's okay to feel this way, too.
These are very relatable words, but these moments pass! Here is to our muses who at times desert us, but always return.
I'm sure most of us can relate to this. Hope things get better for you soon. Sending you lots of love and hugs ❤️
Yep!
This may be written in poetry form but it's actually just telling it like it is for all of us on occasion.
Goodness. This is probably one of the most relatable poems I’ve ever read! Nice one.
When I am stuck. I rest until a great idea come in my head. What I don’t like is I wake in the middle of the night with ideas. So , I write them as the words come in my brain
That is so relatable. I think it happens to all of us at times. You'll get it back.
Been there! Sometimes it feels like pulling teeth to get the words out.
Same!