The white hurts my eyes.
The white on the walls is just as bad.
I don't even think this pen works.
Or is that just my excuse?
No no. I have writers block.
That's it.

No I don't.
The words are there,
They just aren't there.
Why do I even try anymore?
My mind as blank as the walls, and the paper.
Such empty space.

I've got it!
Struck with inspiration.
Writing vigorously, but wait,
What rhymes with orange?
I know, I'll sit here for another ten minutes...
Shit.

02/21/2008

Posted on 02/22/2008
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