Blocked
I am blocked, the thoughts scattered
To think and create is elusive
Yet my mind is constantly abuzz
Mindless chatter surrounds my brain
Chatter that does not mean anything to anyone
I want to write, to bring words to life
But my mind is not cooperating
It just stays active with the mindlessness
I long to be coherent but I am blocked
Ode to a blocked mind
I am blocked, just a mush mind right now. I am unable to form any thoughts and string them together in creativity. I am writing but it is all gibberish about being blocked. I can still write even when I am blocked. Yet it is not focused or orderly. I could write one sentence about being used and another about the love of God. It is all fractured and piecemeal. There is no order in my brain at this time. It is scattered about and grasping at many things or even nothing. Just thoughts that are running and hanging around but none that tie together to form one finished idea. Oh to write one idea and bring it to completion in a poem or story would be so nice. And ironically when I have finished this small piece on being blocked I will have achieved what I have desired to do. To write one idea and bring it to completion.
I am blocked, the thoughts scattered
To think and create is elusive
Yet my mind is constantly abuzz
Mindless chatter surrounds my brain
Chatter that does not mean anything to anyone
I want to write, to bring words to life
But my mind is not cooperating
It just stays active with the mindlessness
I long to be coherent but I am blocked
Ode to a blocked mind
I am blocked, just a mush mind right now. I am unable to form any thoughts and string them together in creativity. I am writing but it is all gibberish about being blocked. I can still write even when I am blocked. Yet it is not focused or orderly. I could write one sentence about being used and another about the love of God. It is all fractured and piecemeal. There is no order in my brain at this time. It is scattered about and grasping at many things or even nothing. Just thoughts that are running and hanging around but none that tie together to form one finished idea. Oh to write one idea and bring it to completion in a poem or story would be so nice. And ironically when I have finished this small piece on being blocked I will have achieved what I have desired to do. To write one idea and bring it to completion.
1 comment:
Obviously your mind isn't blocked! Or how else did you write that?
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