I Don’t Understand

Page empty
Mind whirling 
Words are plentiful
Yet why can’t I seem
To figure out
What to write?

I don’t understand 
This drought I’m going through
I yearn for a story
To flow from pen to page
I know not what I’m writing
Till I read what is already written
The feeling of my pencil controlling me
Is a feeling I want back
I want to let all my emotions pour 
Into one powerful pool
For the enjoyment  of others

I’d like to call it’s writers block
But deep down I know it’s something more...


I forage 
For water
Bur I’m afraid
There is none to be found...

 

Whitney

VT

17 years old

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    Tree limbs dance in
    the breeze of baited breath,
    roots threaten to break ground zero.
    time;
    too much
    too little
    only the trees understand 
    me

    glass stregthens
    mirrors melt
    clouds converge and darkness reigns
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    Sentenced

    I am guilty

    The bars which restrain me
    are but my own fault

    I am guilty

    The lifeless walls
    frozen, unfeeling
    yield no give as I fight to break free

    My crimes:
    To want,
    the stars 
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    Only A Memory

    The wind
    brushes my cheek, with a kiss. 
    Neck craned, my eyes
    skim the sky in bliss

    The scene before me,
    a canvas to interpret,
    I stare, deep within the soul of each star
    this game I refuse to forfeit.