Writer's Block - By Matab Brahimi

Writer's Block

Blank paper, how you nerve me so
Ink that only yearns to show
A scribble, a dot, a concrete thought
It's what my nimble fingers sought.
A word, a sentence, a one-of-a-kind
A line, a runway for my mind
An empty space, a chance to express
Memories, confessions,
and thoughts of distress
O edgy letters, and soft-spoken words
Fill up this blank paper
and ease my nerves.

Comments

Unknown said…
lol this is really cute piece lol

...story of my life lol
May 4, 2010 at 10:22 PM
Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Color Me Red, Autumn - by Matab Brahimi

Color Me Red, Autumn ~ ~ Color me red and tickle my sight Let your leaves shed accents of sunrise light ~ Dance leaves dance and embrace the breeze Boast the seasons prance of the shedding trees ~ O rooted mother let your little ones go Next years another new season, new show ~ Orange burnt , Yellow bold a warning, for the next season of bitter cold and snowflake fest
Read more

Procrastination Poem - By Matab Brahimi

PROCRASTINATION, MY DISEASE She throws a soft blanket on me when there's work to be done warms me up and lays me down in a web of excuses she spun When my alarm goes off She quickly hits the "snooze" tucks me in then whispers, sleep is all you'll lose Whenever I am overwhelmed She is always there to make me forget my to-do's and live NOW without a care I thought she was there to save me and help me through the rough but time and time again She proved herself a bluff "Tomorrow" is her favorite word But when tomorrow's here Procrastination, my disease, is quick to disappear
Read more